What are you listening to?

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Bichromatic Butterfly

For those of us living, at least once surely,
Our lives will be threatened with death.
For of course, life itself is a fickle thing,
Entirely at times, but the blink of an eye.

For those of us living, there are surely,
Others that would target our lives for prey.
And while they may be pitiable, those targeted,
With their own strength, have no means to resist.

When I think about, this life had no meaning.
No matter how long I might have lived, with no aspirations…
I might as well accept this to be my one and only fate.

-The moment my determination was set, “This is it.”
There, before my very eyes,

Red, white, alluringly, tempestuously, and with incredible strength

Danced a butterfly of two colors.

I witnessed:
-The loss of self,
A vain and glorious flower at the extremes of fantasia.

-Birth in a budding of flowers,
As if she were dispersing fragrance, fluttering this way and that.

-Death in a shower of petals,
As if she were wrecking every flower in her wake.

-Lotus flower
O what did I see, in so many simultaneous images?

With eyes that locked in the sky’s twilight,
Holding sway over eternity, her figure was, more than anything, beautiful.
A flower the color of sin, in an instant, exterminated, and behind it all –

A bichromatic butterfly, which knew not its name.

For those of us living, at least once surely,
Will come the desire to offer up that life.
But of course, life itself is a cold thing,
Entirely at times, harsh and unforgiving.

Ah! At least one glimpse, one more glimpse!
At the core of what I sought in her
Were those motions filled with power us as humans could never wield.

If as a human my wish will not be granted,
Then all I must do is fall.

If I might once again encounter “that”,

I have nothing to regret.

More than anything your:
-Elegance,
You vain and seductive flower, blossoming in fantasia.

-Sanctity,
Inside my heart, fluttering through the air.

-Karma,
As if you gave meaning to the life I threw away.

-Lotus flower
In so many simultaneous images, did I see a dream, a fantasy?

As long as you are beautiful, I want for nothing else,
I yearn and I pray that you will stay as you are for all eternity.
A flower the color of sin, in an instant, caught in the dance, and behind it all –

A bichromatic butterfly, which knew not its name.

Are the deaths in this shower of petals
Something you truly desire?

Must you then make them blossom?
Are you not content with falling them?

Then, with this life abandoned from the start, may at least a flower blossom.

Then:
-The blossoming of flowers,
This life, a vain and glorious flower at the end of fantasia.

-The death of self,
With me in this accursed form, I wish you

-Devoted sacrifice,
As if you were exterminating any other howling demon,

-Lotus flower.
I wish you would take and burn this life.....