Dyad

Stand guard at the gate of your mind
Opened to the world
The otherness of wide open space

Integrating and observing a part of the consensus of reality
Playing a part in the great dyad
Is this all I do, turn truth into falsity?
I do not know the play and have not learned the lines
And so play falsely while not meaning to do so

In a state of pupation
Words cannot express what I want to get at
“A man dreaming he is a butterfly
Or a butterfly dreaming he is a man”

The butterfly is created out of
Disorder and reformation
Once reborn must realize his being as a butterfly
Learning to control his wings

When souls die
They are reborn as stars
Which burn with the fierce passion of their love
All is in a constant state of change
Reformation and mergence

What a beautiful mechanism we are
Never really fully understanding of ourselves
Or the mystery of creation.