once,
like any other day
a butterfly came into my room
less beautiful
less colorful
a simple butterfly to say
i watched it
as it flew
happily and not bothered
it flew
as if my room a green garden
and me a rossy rose
but i thought myself:
a phairy queen,
beloved!
the butterfly knew
and celebrating it along
in silence
the butterfly and i
enjoy the present
the present of present
not in the past
not yet the future
it was the moment of presence
(080406)
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