FREE, THE QUANTUM BUTTER FLYS, a poem by (me!) Sandra, tvgp
FREE, THE QUANTUM BUTTER FLYS..nano techs tagged my wings, still expected me to fly.
probed me under a microscope with how's and when's and why's.
"I WAS BORN A MYSTERY. A MYSTERY I'LL REMAIN.
doesn't matter if you give me a fancy scientific name."
so what, -bestow a species, track the patterns of my migration.
go write ahead and place a dollar value based on my population.
"I WAS BORN A MYSTERY. A MYSTERY I'LL REMAIN.
doesn't matter if you capture me in a net like its all some kind of game."
you must look without a microscope
into the quantum sea,
there, where i can't show you
more love than you can see.
you need a feelings instrument
to appreciate my wings,
held at a Godly distance,
called: where the caged birds sing.
the more you learn about me, the less you'll tend to know.
you must unobserve me, to really see the show.
"I WAS BORN A MYSTERY. A MYSTERY I'LL REMAIN.
the more you hope to profit, the less you stand to gain."
it's so easy complicated, such a peaceful con-of-flict; but the closer you look, the further you'll be, and the less you can predict.
beyond my smallest particle
exists a flutter full surprise:
Spirit. Love. Amazing Grace: THE LIGHT that lights my eyes.
FREE! the quantum butter flys, moving secrets in suspension.
free and unpredictable -toward hearts with true intensions.
"I WAS BORN A MYSTERY.
I AM MADE FROM LOVE.
FREE, THE QUANTUM BUTTER FLYS.
-UNOBSERVED; ABOVE."
posted by SHE @ 11:58 AM
1 Comments:
Oh bbf, I so needed that! It's a spectacular piece. Thank you, from one who feels pinned under the microscope.
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