FREE, THE QUANTUM BUTTER FLYS, a poem by (me!) Sandra, tvgp
I'm inspired to re-post this after watching the film by Lea pool, titled, the blue butterfly.
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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 -towards hearts with true intensions.
"I WAS BORN A MYSTERY.
I AM MADE FROM LOVE.
FREE, THE QUANTUM BUTTER FLYS.
-UNOBSERVED; ABOVE."
posted by SHE @ 11:25 AM
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