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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A most beautiful day The Son of Suns, shining brightly on us all Not hot yet, but bright. A million butterfly’s swarm Lighting on and around Myriads of flowers surrounding. See them in such moving colors Each on their own chosen way, their way Together a measure of personality, entrancement, and beauty. Colorful, fluttering profusion, vibrating around Taking in Time’s special allowance, with me, in Nature Bringing universal moments together, in such pure peace Blessed am I, are we To see the effect come ‘round. In utter wonder, I clap one hand in boyish joy And then race singing to the opposite side of the world Arriving… so long ago. ___*___ Questioning here for an age How long do I have to wait? Though patiently waiting here… It did seem I clapped eons ago. Wondering… wanders in wonders Like, if my number eight, times zero equals zero Where does eight go? Does it fade into nothingness Or does eight's worth, travel to a place I can’t run to Clever that… eight… knowing where to go. Or was it ever there? Was my hand even clapping Caught up so in the Space of Air? ___*___ Indeed, was 'I' ever there, meaning… Am 'I' truly here? What math are we living? If, it is worth a try, clap again! Would this Time… there, be different? Or should I just sit still in this shaded doorway. A friend found An old ancient Oak, there Resting under this peaceful Bodhi Tree, here Conspirators only, or keys to a hidden gate? Brothers in intent… Time merchants on duty Opening just for pondering clapping questions. Hmm. Was the run around this World The most important thing learned? Perhaps, just to comprehend the beginning-to-end Of nothing? Fancy that. Laughing gaily under realization’s umbrella All for nothing eh? Zero return. No, not quite… I still sing, and dance. Even if… All for nothing… into foreverness. Ah, so go I So, go we all? For the butterflies too, are somewhere. I believe this Bodhi Tree knows… As does the elder Oak Why else invite sitting?
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