What if life is the dream?
In the hush of stillness,
I breathe in winter’s final sigh,
its icy fingers clinging, reluctant to release.
Slivers of diamonds shimmer upon tender blades of grass,
whispering promises of warmth yet to come.
The earth begins to soften,
loosening the grip of all that has been buried,
yielding to the gentle insistence of renewal.
I remember a world fragrant with life,
painted in hues that stir forgotten longing...
an invitation to see beyond the veil,
to rise,
to open,
to bloom.
I close my eyes and dream...
a sky alive with butterflies,
birdsong woven into the fabric of morning.
Their innocence, their wisdom,
bringing the world to life with their presence.
Have you ever wondered if you are the butterfly?
A caterpillar transforms but once,
and yet, I have changed a thousand times.
Over.
And over, again.
No, the voice within responds, You were never the butterfly.
My heart aches with mourning.
“Then what am I?”
Did you forget so soon? You are the dreamer.
“The dreamer?”
Wake up.
“What will I become?”
That is up to you.
The power to choose is within you.
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