"…with no mind, blossoms invite the butterfly,
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with no mind, the butterfly visits the blossoms…"
There she is, walking alone, head bent texting. You slow down to a stop and let her in. You’re both smiling.
“How are you?”
“I’m gooood. How are youuu?”
She is still smiling.
“And how has your day been?”
“Okay.” You’re happier now she is here, but you’d never tell her.
She starts to tell you about her morning, and you listen contently. You’re slowing down to make this moment last, though time stopped when you saw her.
You arrive. It’s too early. Park the car.
She seems nervous, she is rambling on. It doesn’t matter, you’re still smiling.
The boys have pulled up into the parking spot next to you. The joy begins to dissipate. Your smiles fade. It’s time to wake up.
"Soul of my soul of the soul of a hundred universes,
be water in this now-river, so jasmine flowers
will lift on the brim, and someone far off
can notice the flower-colors and know
there's water here."