At lunch today I ventured to the middle of a motorway roundabout with Duncan. Since he is the only other person I’ve encountered (apart from myself) with an expressed interest in exploring the centre of roundabouts, I could hardly say no. So we charged across 4 lanes of high speed death to reach an oasis of trees. This was a large roundabout built up into a lopsided hill; reminded me of a faery land again, soft filtered light, and mushrooms everywhere. Odd bits of rubbish; a rusty screwdriver..but otherwise a disjunct wild haven amongst the concrete and noise. Choosing a spot that overlooked the off-ramp, we basked in the winter sun. I lay on my coat and smelt the earth, the roar of traffic not unlike a river. It was nice to be simply reclining in the middle of it, mind unwinding, softness.
Lying in the warmth, I struggled to ask some questions.. the answers were gentle and helped shift an old pattern, ever so subtley.
I realised that it IS possible, indeed perhaps necessary, to reclaim lost innocence. And that’s how I found the poem below – nothing spectacular but just right for the mood of today.
SONG OF THE BUTTERFLY
(from open mic poetry archive)
A Butterfly gently floated by my heart
With wings softly murmuring a soothing call to love
“Come, be with me
In this place, warm and flowing
Join my soul with your face all aglow
Mirroring back the essence of pure magic
For all the world to know
Follow me into the heat and passion of this day
Taste the sweet nectar of life
Place your heart within the petals of a once forgotten love
Reclaim your innocence
Fade with me into the seasons of this day
Gently glide upon the breeze
Catch the music of the Forest
Become all that you perceive
Spread your wings
And glide into the orchestra of the sun
On the breath of eternity”