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Flying Butterflies

She drifted into inner sphere of bliss
Mysterious saga of lifetimes to impress

Colorfully left encountered atoms behind,
Blended into tantalizing fanciful ground

Myriad stars, aromatic myrrh,
Awaken senses into flying birds

She delights in her memories,
Ornately crafting her into being she

Either lost, found; or tears and glee
Embellished soul of graceful, free

Metamorphosis she endured, burned to try,
dissolved into a butterfly to fly

Free is she in her sanctuary of inner,
Her heart sings love, her soul lavishes beauty abound..!

Mystic Path

Body of celestial beings, given magic
Questioning now what is mine to be

Knowing is not to go along in dramas
It’s to be free to deny conditioned lives

Observing, falling in shadow walks
Mystic omen of truth in ordinary rites

Healing is inevitable, spirited deep; aware
Silent journey must be, feel, fear faced

She speaks, leads in her walk in authenticity
Connected to her dreams, feelings; in thrilling

Driven not by ego, but sacred rituals her rhyme
Knowing when in silence and when time to howl

Light and dark collide, trusting signs
She transcends mediocrity to fertile grounds..!

@Shohreh Esfan
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