"Those who don't feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of springwater or take in sunset like a supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep. This Love is beyond the study of theology... I've given up on my brain. I've torn the cloth to shreds and thrown it away." ~ Rumi in Kasl's If the Buddha Married
In order to solve any problems one must not approach the problem at the level of the problem. As described in This Time I Dance!! one will remain a blue caterpillar until one starts to see like a butterfly. "...A caterpillar will never figure out or handle a butterfly's path."
What if people dropped the thought that someone must be this, this, and this in order to perceive that they were happy. What if they looked at life above that and felt their butterfly heart? I can't see life as if one person gives to him, I won't have mine. What is mine, anyway? Perception, only. Shedding possession of another and the expectations of what role that other should be allows for flight. Looking over at that friend, just smiling at that friend through the breeze of freedom and change. Butterflies can't fly attached to another for long; they just spin in circles and if they don't let go to fly together, they crash. I like borderless places, open doors flooded with light, twilight in a land of soft definitions when I think of friends and loved ones. It is deeper than any perceived possession. It is fluid, changing, mutable, kinder, and real. I will look from the path of the butterfly, come join me...
Photography by the Marvelous Mona Kuhn
Blessings and light, Amy