I watched a hedgerow of butterflies being born
yesterday.
They flew out of the bamboo in twos and fives,
A hundred or more of them.
All bursting into the first summer heat we've had.
A heat that turns yellowed leaves to green.
They flew up and over my head,
in dips and rises like leaves in wind currents.
Up and over the rooftop to head straight north.
Miniature monarchs with a perfectly drawn map
embedded in their being.
I've been told that you don't sit in perfect pose
to find enlightenment
but rather when you sit perfectly you ARE enlightened.
It encourages me to know this.
To know that I too have a perfectly drawn map embedded
in me
that will lead me home.