(FOCUS ON) HEALING
When your life
Becomes a butterfly
Resting on a palm--
And all its color
Becomes the moment of your truth--
Then your heartbeat will call your hand to your chest
And you will feel that you have always been loved--
Hear me--
You come into this world
Knowing all the answers--
Here is the time to take them all
And fling them up, up into the sky
Where they fly together--and call themselves home.
What you think about, you bring about. Bring joy.
from Indicia, by Lara Tucker Cottrell
This is the last poem in Lara's posthumous collection of poems. The butterfly reminds me of Mahmoud Darwish's image of butterfly, the flinging of all the answers into the sky, of Rainer Maria Rilke, but Lara has made the images her own. The answers flying, calling themselves home....one of her last visions of joy.
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