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I am a butterfly forever
on the wing,
Focus of my environment
In gratitude and multitude
which is my food to make me sing.
A ballad to my livelihood.
A hymn to my existence
A paean to persistence
And graciousness of good.
But Alchemy is incomplete
The metaphor effete.
It should be empathy, analysis and synthesis.
The first it took for granted
When first it started off as is.
Empathy to get entangled
and break loose.
Analysis for maps and pathways
Synthesis to keep it whole
In every evanescent moment
IN every visit to a here and now.
That, more that truth and
beauty,
comprises all existence too,
The glory of experience,
The multi-hued variety.
Ineffable complexity,
And altogether being there.
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