[Lasgo]

I was thinking of complexity and
chaos theory when I wrote it


Beware of Sneezing Butterflies

Have you ever felt so connected?
To the world around you –
That a sneezing butterfly,
Could suddenly displace you?

One ripple on the wind,
An undercurrent in the air,
Causing cataclysmic slides,
Send you into despair.

How or why you do not understand,
A second ago,
You were in some faraway land.

But sneezing butterflies do more than that:
After anxious moments,
Of flittering about,
They light on trees and leaves and things,
Bringing color and wonder to everything.

So maybe they are not that bad,
And a little hysteria is just a fad.

But then again,
Beware my friend,
Of sneezing butterflies!

[FinLady]

That is so cool! Thanks for sharing it.

[Burntmarshmallow]

I enjoyed the many many images that I get when I read this. And yes I am one of those who can be displaced by a sneeze of a butterfly, ripple on the wind and undercurrent in the air usualy dose send me into dispair... wind not my friend BMW hides from it as much as possible and I think your poem is awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks for writing it Lasgo and thanks for sharing it
Peace
BMW

[whispers]

Originally Posted by Lasgo

I was thinking of complexity and
chaos theory when I wrote it


Beware of Sneezing Butterflies

Have you ever felt so connected?
To the world around you –
That a sneezing butterfly,
Could suddenly displace you?

One ripple on the wind,
An undercurrent in the air,
Causing cataclysmic slides,
Send you into despair.

How or why you do not understand,
A second ago,
You were in some faraway land.

But sneezing butterflies do more than that:
After anxious moments,
Of flittering about,
They light on trees and leaves and things,
Bringing color and wonder to everything.

So maybe they are not that bad,
And a little hysteria is just a fad.

But then again,
Beware my friend,
Of sneezing butterflies!

How can I answer? What can I say?
I have seen drunken butterflies
gorging on rotten fruit
yummy and relaxing
with fermented juice.

I tell you: the more they eat,
the lazier they get.
They lose their senses,
land on people's shoulders and head
and face. One ear is as good as the other
for they can still fly,
although drunk they sure are.

[Lasgo]

onathirdjourney,

Your follow-on poem is so cool! I was at a butterfly atrium last year and I saw what I think you are talking about in your poem - GIANT butterflies landing on fruit and chomp, chomp, chomping away

To me, life is way too short to get beset by and overwhelmed by it all.
Pausing amidst the wonder of God's little messengers helps me through
the toughest of times - like pausing to stop and appreciate a butterfly
lighting on a plant to feed.

For the butterfly it is a nourishing moment.
For us, it nourishes our eyes and souls.

And in the big scheme of things, after three tours to Iraq,
the littlest of things carry much more weight, for me, than mortars,
rockets, bombs, and or grand plans for peace and security.

If one is not secure within in their own, it is impossible to spread
safety and security abroad. Inner peace creates outer peace -
you have to become what you expect in others if you ever want to
enact the Golden rule of "doing unto others as you would want them
to do unto you."

Smile, love, care, hope, and the humility to think that we are all under
the umbrella of God's care - and eternally cared for - matters most;
contrary to acts of vengeance and/or bloodlust as is commonly portrayed
by hollywood.

Begin with peace within,
The bigger scheme of things are like the wind.
But what matters most is the calm inside,
From which the storms outside subside.

To be the calm within the storm,
There must reside a love not torn -
By every whim or chance or strife,
But settled on eternal life.

To me, onathirdjourney, butterflies remind me that God has a plan -
beyond which I will never fathom; but, through faith, can grow to
trust.