and then there is the butterfly
whose wings – if you can hear them –
laugh the most when they’re yellow,
a tiny light who giggles in the shadows,
against the stolid wood of ageless trees,
through the falling sorrows of an evening sun,
against the odds of such funny fluttering.
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We are one. It is easy to say and even to think, especially for mathematicians. However, we are not math and we are not number. We are not concept or theory, object or subject. We are not what we think at all. What we think is entirely other than what we are, even when we think we are spiritual. Who we are is on a completely different dimension from what our mind can imagine or comprehend. That is why it initially takes great faith to believe that being, presence, God, Self are something real.
But being, presence, God, and Self are all symbols of what is really real.
There are many doubts in the world that Being, Self, and God is something to be trusted and that is because we objectify all. This blog uses writing and symbol to point to all of who we are, as One being, as One being who creates and experiences this creation, all for the sake of finding the Source, once again.
It’s a beautiful journey. Thank you for being here.
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nostalgia…my (now passed) Okinawa (Japan)-born wife loved the dragonfly equally with butterflies. She could “catch ’em” between her thumb and index finger as they fluttered, then gently allow them to resume their meandering, elegant flight patterns.
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