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following true north
ponderings along the path
I am watching a butterfly lift its wings for flight,
taking nothing measureable from the breeze.
It lands on a blossom - a pollen laden pillow.
It rests, drinking nectar, then is airborne again.
But now, its body is powdered with gold dust.
And this treasure will be shared without thought or intention.
How incredibly beautiful! I am in love with this accidental generosity,
this seamless link between butterfly and blossom;
between giving and receiving.