I was a butterfly
That knew not the Sun
Who showed me this and that
In whose dazzle I lost the sight
Of the One that shone in all
My eyes were closed
As I drowned
In the sweetness that nectar bore
Thought that was all
There to be known
Alas, I was a butterfly
Inebriate dumb and deaf
That moved and died in time
Like leaves on autumn eve
Till I landed on the beads
Clung to them in mortal grief
The lute and lotus then I saw
With the One who sat on it
Whose Lotus Feet said it all
I am a butterfly
Who now sees the Sun
In whose light shines one and all
I am a butterfly
Who knows where
Sweet immortality rears
The lute is me
The flower is me
As the Mother who smiles
And shines around
I am a butterfly
That knows no fret
For fret I am, the Feet I am
The sweetness too I am
I am a butterfly
Lost in Love
That sees only butterflies around
And that Oneness – the seat of all!
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