All the beauty I have known,
(For me extant in palimpsest;
Real, would weigh a trillion ton) ,
God carries archived on His breath.
The palatial dreams of my youth
Never have and never shall
Be built by me, no, my growth
Is as the sounding of a bell.
Chuang Tzu's butterfly, I roam
From civilized to primeval,
Earth but my temporary home
For chrysalising beauty's larval.
This is the first time I hear about 'Buddha' Butterfly from this nice poem. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
she smiled at me, and our eyes then touched we knew then, it was much to much. our hearts entwined and her lips met mine we felt right there it was a love divine.......it was simple preachig by Budhha and everybody ion earth is moved by this, ..the earth is only temporay for us and not too last long....beautiful one.....10