I found an old book written by sages, lost in a world on blank empty pages.
talking to me from across the ages, describing the butterfly in all of its phases.
I sat in that chair lost in translation, so suddenly clear echoed vibrations.
Shutting my eyes, I could see even clearer
spirit was talking and soul was the hearer.
I shivered, my body, the house of my being, I knew without looking at what I was seeing.
A love most abundant was surrounding me,
grace, compassion and decency.
And there, in that moment, I was set free.
–M
mahani 