Thursday, October 3, 2013

Monarch Butterflies















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

This is what convinced me of it:

Watching monarch butterflies nectar
on Mexican sunflowers under
a dusty Autumn sky.

How brilliant the orange
of petals and wings!

How I am deeply awed
by these strong, delicate bodies
that float and land,
and support and feed.

How I must ask:

“Really?

These moments are mine to live?”

How they are silent,
yet the world is full of their delight.

How my heart can’t contain
this much beauty,

it, simply, can’t.

Yes.

I am convinced of it:

We didn’t come here to become whole.
We came here to learn how to
break wide open.


© 2013-2017/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
Talking Waters Press 

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2 comments:

  1. Jamie, there was a field at the end of the lane where I grew up. At special times of the year, the monarchs would alight en masse forming magical clouds of fluttering beauty. They would land on my finger and in my hair.

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    1. Such wonderful memories, Meryl. I hope that children, for many generations to come, will have opportunity to know monarchs. xo

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