Sometimes memories will come flooding back and I can feel it, right there, where it's warm and full. I smile knowing it was there all along. My cheeks hurt from rememberance, from smiling. It's a grin that won't go away and the pressure of it, just there, tickles me so deep, I think I might creep right out of my skin.
Now the butterflies dance right outside my door. Dozens and dozens of butterflies dancing, seemingly without care as memories come flooding back. I remember the day I rushed to work and paused for a second, to watch two butterflies make love in the air. I filled with longing watching them, as I burdened myself with the incessant tick tock. I decided then what was important and vowed to always make time for the butterflies.
So now they live inside, where it's full and warm. When I remember Love, the butterflies swarm. They giggle me right out my mind. My body is tickling from Love and Light and my eyes are fluttering like a butterfly in flight. I tremble with delight and gasp for more, yet I'm not sure I can stand any more. It's too much. I ache from the memory of more. It's all right there, where it's full and warm and I rise up and gather big breaths. I allow myself room for more. Again...
I seem to float. Not quite here, not quite there, yet everywhere at once and nowhere at the same time. In and out of existence, like a song that repeats in my mind. Always in the now and then but never at the same time. I grasp the meaning then. The meaning of now and then, of flow and go. Change. This now that. The cycle of all that is warm. The choice of what I grasp, where I rest, and who I AM.
I smile then. A smile that glows all around my BEing. Then more come, and more and more and I wonder how much is possible? Might I burst from Delight? Love and Light. Infinite. Forever. More.
And the butterflies still hover, dance and play. In a place like today and somewhere else, far away. Yesterday, today, tomorrow... and more.
