Walking through a flutter* of butterflies hovering daintily in my path. All of a sudden brown wings fill my vision: a butterfly has flown straight into my Third Eye! What is the karmic, cosmic effect of that? Disclaimer: No butterflies were harmed in the making of this poem post: the butterfly flew away to join its rabble*.
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*Collective nouns for butterflies:
Annabel Harz: Author and Artist 