I find him eating butterflies. They are beautiful, he says.
If I eat enough of them, I will be beautiful too.
He stuffs a monarch in his mouth,
fuzz clinging to his lips.
I hear the flowers weep.
He begins to eat them too,
stray petals on his shoes.
A hummingbird arrives
dips her bill into his eye,
takes a long, melancholy drink.
What to think is he crazy,
or is he wise? Does beauty mind? Should I?
April 4, 2011 at 18:09
I hear the flowers weep. 😦 because of us?
sometimes do not give them importance 😦
I wish you a beautiful evening Androxa 🙂
April 4, 2011 at 18:55
there are things which can only be said by tears; no word is more adequate. There are things which can only be sung in tears – they are too deep for words; only tears can relate them, convey them. Good – weep in joy, celebrate your tears. Life is happening to you.
And life happens only when there is no desire for any future, when you are ready to die this very moment. If death comes, your acceptance is so total that you will embrace death. You will not ask for even one more day′s time – for what? You have been living your life so totally, you are so fulfilled, that death can be accepted.
April 4, 2011 at 19:02
very true ! 🙂
April 4, 2011 at 19:06