In, and as, Freedom

“In, and as, Freedom” – written and read through Walter
When I first saw the butterfly
I was captivated by its beauty,
desire rising to possess it,
a thing to be owned

I tried to capture it
but could not,
it flowed freely,
meandering unpredictably

I tried to follow it
but failed,
it's movements effortless
while I struggled to keep up

Exhausted, I sat in a meadow
as the sound of a brook
and sensation of a soft breeze
dissolved my desire

I opened my eyes to find
the butterfly perched
on the back of my hand,
light and gentle

Wings moving slowly,
wordlessly expressing
that we belong to only One,
in, and as, freedom
Author: Walter
See "Who Am I? (About me)" for Walter's bio.

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