walking down a dusty road, its initial curves masking any sense of ultimate destination.
i came across a simple stone carving; it read:
Hello Wanderer,
Don't Forget
Inner Stillness.
I walked on; down the same dusty road,
the peace palpable. A distant chatter of unknown tongues
in the green fields shadowing the shallow river,
four brilliant yellow and black butterflies,
dancing a mid-air dance,
hovering over the most supple pink of pinks,
illuminated in the afternoon sun, effervescent,
fleeting, staggering.
