Butterflies
from
the very
moment
of our infancy
we become
but a memory
of our former selves
there is no returning
to any state-of-being
in the original form
the mind remembers
the sights and sounds and smells
the taste and touch
it can be conjured up
but it cannot be re-lived
as it was
an old man can return to his boyhood bed
and lie down and go to sleep
but will wake up not as a boy
the body of the boy and the mind of the boy
is gone
but the feeling is still there
an old lady can go to her closet and pick out
the dress she wore
and put it back on
but when she stands in front of the mirror
the girl is gone
but the feeling is still there
once you leave a state-of-being
you become infinitely more
than you were
the whole of life
is connected
in transformation
TL