Her Meditative State
She split her perspective in half
Because she needed to see the landscape from both directions
She could transmogrify like this when she was in a meditative state
It is not like one of her selves was dominant.
Both sides felt the cool water, both sides stilled their minds
Living their truth, they let morning fold in her own way
A hawk’s shriek disturbed nothing
They allowed it into their meditation
A fish flipped out of the water landing hard
This too was incorporated, as they went deeper and deeper
She saw herself in her dream state
She was running frantically which was normal
A shadow passed over her; she resisted the urge to look
It was a gorgeous meditation,
Stilling her heart, calming her
She loved the feel of the lake, so nurturing
She opened her eyes slowly
Not wanting to alarm her other self.
They merged gently and flew back into the forest
Glad to be a butterfly again.
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