Metomorphisis

I remember a misty midday morning before time awoke. A pleasured palace of daily delights and moments in the serene sunlight; On a flower filled plain in the clouds a rainbow was framing this already perfect place.

I remember too so many gentle walks through the forests of a childhood spent in self imposed isolation. A time to ponder and play with wistful thoughts conjuring up secret worlds of unending spectacle. A time when man and nature were one and the universe smiled. What has happened to that place in time, that wondrous world before time indeed.

I found it again many years ago on a summers day when the light streaming down from a dappled sky illuminated the person that would give me back my lost childhood and with it the means to be happy again. But time and life are not fair by nature. One must grab for the golden rings when ever possible and hold onto them for the rainy days because there will be many. But if we have enough happiness stored in those secret places they will always be available to conjure and hide away in when need be. We are after all only creatures of the earth who's main objective is to reach the sky. Much like the Butterfly, to shed our mortal baggage and to fly freely on our desires to that special place in the sun.

So let us each make a pact with ourselves that we will take a little time every day to find our paradise lost and play there for a while. Because that I believe it is the key to bringing us back to that misty midday morning before time awoke.