Truth of Butterflies

Whispers linger on wings of butterflies revealing hidden worlds buried deep in the truth of each moment Leaving reality unraveled discovering wild notions of self left locked in dark recesses of the mind Seeing echoes strange vibrations third eye no longer blind Like stepping into a mud puddle falling through fully inverted Piercing the veils dripping a prism of colors aware and awake inside Humbled by the experience named broken stripped of egos pride Whispers of fluttering wings are all that remain of you on the other side