Butterfly Effect

A thousand years ago or more

Drunk on honeyed nectar

A butterfly flapped its wings

Ignorant of its own power

Its beauty and splendor

 

Long gone is that day

Long gone is that flower

But those delicate wings

Stirred a storm in my soul

Of a terrible force and power

 

This tempest raged unseen

By the world undetected

While I whirled round and round

Mesmerized by its unmoving eye

Unable to defy or to resist it

 

Like dust, like a dry leaf in the wind

I took flight feeling weightless

And dreamt that I was a butterfly

Drunk on honeyed nectar

Innocent, blameless

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is an interesting & surprising suck into the world of someone who's in a tempest of longing but not considering it his/her choice . . . as evidenced by your excellent last line . . . there are many ways people refuse to take responsibility . . . "he/she made me feel this" . . . "or made me do that" . . . the blame game that always follows such heady stirrings with crash landings. You don't say anything about a crash landing, but this scenario seems destined for one! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[ZoEL]

It's amazing how you connect butterfly effect with psychological turmoils. A seemingly careless act, be it a smile, a letter, or a comment like this, potentially gives rise to another disaster. Beware!

[Laz K.]

I've read an article about how they (psychologists, neurologists) more and more discover the power of the unconscious. It is basically the scientific term for karma. No, they can show that decisions are made without the conscious brain being aware. It only thinks it is making choices, but it's following orders from the unconscious/karma.