Photo Credit: Susan Butterfield all rights reserved.
Fields of Butter
As time churned,
the ethos never marginalized.
A backdrop of the lonely mountain
over looks the garden growing
on the butter fields.
The sun shines – then goes off to a distant realm.
Alas, for one last time in an echo of shadow.
The fade to black covers the green grass exotics with a spread of integrity.
As a wise-man turns to dust.
A wind gust.
The supernatural blows from the east to the west.
Against a Patagonia chest.
if you looked closely,
at the right angle,
you could see the sunlight piercing through the apparition with ease.
Like the serrated edge of a knife cutting through butter.
All of a sudden,
there it was,
shinning in its glory…
A spectral stream of the “Star of David”,
spreading the recognition of peace and kindness,
to all that were willing to take the time to see.
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I wrote this in honor of David Butterfield. We met while traversing through the town of Arenal in Costa Rica. He was a great man. A spiritual man. A thoughtful man. A well spoken man. He had great taste in jackets.
This poem also comes with the biggest virtual hug that one’s imagination could possibly muster.
For “The Shaman of Hugs”.
In accordance with lots of love.