Compassion

Compassion tilts the heart, until ready to pour.

Saturday, 8 March 2025

Visualising


 You told me that the butterfly would always bring me news,

Your presence I could count upon if she did dance around my shoes.

When I woke up I wished for one to bring you close to me,

Then as I sat out in the sun she sought to land upon my knee.

Now my eyes pool silver rain as I look down to greet 

A splendid butterfly ballet all spritely around my feet.


We don't always see what or who is around us in our every day pursuits or take the time to realise just how beautiful and important every being we are connected to is. How wonderful to know this presence even though it may not be in our immediate gaze.


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