Le Papillion

Le Papillion 

Sun-Hee Yoon 

A beautiful creature God created,
She's the evidence of God's existence.

She started her life from a tiny egg on a green leaves.
She's born. She has eaten, slept and played.
Life seems to be easy and joyful until the moment she would be in chrysalis.

A protection or a probation,
the comfort or the darkness-
No matter what it was
She needed to stay until she grew older.

Growing up in the darkness,
her wings all folded,
her legs and antennae were feeble,
she must have twitched in the glossy green sac.

Warm sunshine laid on her little room,
It's time to move out, she says.
It's time to spread your wings, she speaks gently.

Slowly she wiggles out of the deadened zone.
She dries her wet wings, stretches her folded legs and antanee.
Now her beautiful wings are nice and shiny.
She is ready to take off.

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Miracle

When hope would otherwise become hopelessness, it becomes faith. - Robert Brault

The world in a raindrop by Saint Groovus Maximus

Her land suffered from long time persistent drought.
Plants and trees in this land were withered,
Her well was dried up for a long time.

Residents, animals, creatures were parched with thirst.
Looking up to sky, hoping for a little drop of water,
They wished Will it be today? Will it be tomorrow?

They heard Friedrich Nietzsche's echo -
In reality, hope is the worst evils, because it prolongs mans' torments.

All living things in this land refused to listen to that voice.
Their stubborn resistance kept her living.
It was torture. It was heart breaking.
Her lips were cracked and bled.
Would it be today? Will we have any drop of water?

Drip, drop, split, splat,
A droplet of sweet and clear liquid.
Gently, softly wet the barren desert.

Equilibrium

Life swifts from one side to the other, just like putting in a weight scale.
The invisible weight adds on one by one.
The heaviness in our lives pulls us down, down, down.

Trying to defy the gravity,
but this invisible effort doesn't seem to work.
Sad reality, but it is what it is. 

What happened to the balancing point?
Will I ever find it?

Trying to find equilibrium in my life, 
I go to yoga, inhale, exhale, breathe deeply.
I drink wine at dinner, trying to take the burden off from my shoulder.
I read books in search of finding the answer.

Will I ever meet my equilibrium?