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things are resplendent the way they are

when they are untouched and self-contained

and in that state of being; they are stories unto themselves

"may it be,may it be,may it be.amen"

Tch!
Chase them butterflies aplenty
All of them
but don't oh please don't touch them
your touch is too intense for fragility
if you touch
butterfly will release every colour from its winged existence; all at once
and all at once it will streak your fingers with tainted hues
and all at once it will die a quick-end death in your fast-food world

Let Butterflies Be

Often
we senselessly begin to create things out of Nothing
because we want to be accolade-sipping people
we want to be the production controllers and the magicians
and real-ise everything
and we want to be proud of ourselves for our capabilities to create
for being able to whip up rainbow omelettes from chalk dust
and just generally being able to bring the wabbits out of the hats

in the compulsive realm of the activity center
we slog
the brow sweats
we burn blood
we consume energies whole
we tread the mills to meet and beat the targets
we work hard to cancel out all the To-Do lists with red marker

so much effort
so much effort
so much effort

uff ho

Often
we senselessly begin to create things out of Nothing
and tarnish the inherent beauty of that very nothingness
by plundering its depths

oh but then
"may it be.may it be.may it be.amen"

yes yes, goojevening tyu too

:)