The Butterfly Effect

The Universe and mind meld through lucid purity.

The ground swirled like that of an Edvard Munch painting.

Pondering the circle of life while watering the yellow squash,

the butterfly dances to the glances of the eyes through the mist.

The quail cooed in the orange glow of the lingering sunset over the bamboo.

Softly blowing in the wind, painting a small rainbow that floats in the garden.

Grounded in the unity as my feet lose touch with the grass,

I enjoy the moment of oneness without purpose, accepting the sign.

Sensation of clarity if only for a moment,

albeit a moment is but a part of time,

which is yesterday’s then, and the morrow’s morrow.

NOTE: This poem was originally published in “Quantum of Justice” (Olive Publishing, LLC ©2021) by Douglas J Boggs.