it was an amazing experience
to stand still, then walk thru
bushels of butterflies: not the beautiful
kind, but those that keep life
flew above, below, and around
me as if i was nothing. to them
i was. then i was graced to see
scores of birds swoop across
i held it a miracle - then i realized the truth
each bird that raced survived
and what i experienced
was a feeding and i stopped
and thought of keat's words*: "beauty is truth
truth beauty - that is all you know on earth
all you need to know":i recalled the urn he
spoke of how grecian men, women stood still
*Ode on a Grecian Urn: John Keats
