flight of the butterfly, rising free
In blackness
He rides the rising tides of evil
Devoid of all colors
But the color of colorlessness
Touched by the breezes
And the words of teachings shared
Sweet moments of art
Intense winter breeze
filled in quiet rage
Overwhelming moment
explosion of the sage
Exposed to the brilliance
of the brightest morning sun
Blinded by desire
insanity needs to run
Tears streaming free
from the clear mountain stream
Path of frightened magnificence
welcome to the dream