While taking one of my barefoot walks, In the nearby garden...
On the ground, I saw a beautiful blue butterfly...
It lay there, beautifully, peaceful and wings folded..
I bend down to lift it up...
In my grip, between the thumb and index, I feel the weightlessness of it
And in my heart; the lifelessness of it.
I asked myself, what drew my attention to it? And what do I associated it with...
Probably I had my answers all along or may be the question was the only answer I needed...
I took the little one in my palms,
Came near to the side of a tiny shrub,
Dug-up a little mud and placed it in the lap of Mother earth.
Bidding it good-bye.
This gesture was a kind of freedom for me...
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