If I were to crave simplicity

 If I were to crave simplicity

It would be far away from me

So detached from named things

And people who know their names

The most peaceful mind sits inside

A snow globe of an image trapped in time

That only snows when one can see

Time is forever changing

If only I know not what I know now

I would spend a lifetime looking for answers

Only to find that only two things take

Time and greed and they do not like sharing

The more one takes the more one waste

As garbage fills the seas

I see not what I hear and what I say I do not see

What I read I wonder the end and the beginning

Simplicity is simply saying what one means

So tightly tangles are we in the butterflies’ wings

That if I were dream of a butterfly dreaming

I would wonder if that dream was me?

A Magic forest story (The Monarch)

A long time ago long before the telephone existed families from Mexico moved all over North America. The young kids missed their Abuela's (grandmothers) so much their moms would tell them to write little notes to their Abuela on orange paper because the orange paper was special because of the oranges that grow there and fold it up really small and put it in their drawers.

While so many letters were written and tears were cried and wishes were said asking for the letters to find their way to their Abuela's back in Mexico.

That one day all the letters collected in the drawer folded up became beautiful orange butterflies and the ink died their wings with dots of black so that they could fly all the way back to Mexico to tell their Abuelas how much the children loved and missed them and each spring the Abuelas would send the butterflies all the way back across Canada and the USA to tell the children how much they were loved and missed and before each winter would fly back to Mexico to tell their Abuelas how much they loved them.

Because love never ends...

If I were to die tomorrow

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