The World Is A Butterfly's Wing
by Allen CohenAn awareness arises
from within the mind
where God hides
waiting to be called,
whispering hauntingly
" Come deeper, find me!
The world is a butterfly's wing.
Be gentle and come deeper."Decoding Spring
There is an intelligence
that impels flowers to bud
encoded in every cell of the tree.The code says, "I will flower-
I will leaf. I will fruit. I will seed
and I will create more of me.I will breathe C02.
I will use the light and heat of the sun
and I will be.I will provide
the nectar of the flower,
the sweet fruit and the shade of my leaves.I will breathe out Oxygen
and countless beings will be created and flourish
and they will be healed and nourished by me.They will help spread
my essence and preserve me -
my plan is perfect.Through this giving
with this constant beauty
through these endless creationsin the hidden world of my seed
nesting in the dark passivity of the earth
there will be a paradise."
An awareness arises
from within the mind
where God hides
waiting to be called,
whispering hauntingly
" Come deeper, find me!
The world is a butterfly's wing.
Be gentle and come deeper."The World is a Butterfly's Wing
Song Cycle
Poetry by Allen Cohen
Music by Nancy Bloomer Deussen
© 1999 by Nancy Bloomer Deussen and Allen Cohen
On 02/08/2000, Allen Cohen sent the following to Alan Moore bflyspirit@aol.com the following message.
Alan, Here is another butterfly story.
AllenThelonius and the Butterfly Mural
by Allen CohenA friend of mine Chuck Peterson told me he was going to be playing and
recording Monk's music with a jazz group at Simply Pleasures cafe at 38th and Balboa
at 8:00 Monday night. So after work even though it is a long bus ride out
into the advancing fog, I set out to worship Thelonius Monk. First I eat a lousey
cheap dinner on Market st and then get on the 38 Geary out past the Fillmore
and Kaiser Hospital, past a thousand Asian restaurants and the Irish bars and
the Russian enclave deeper and deeper into the fog. the bus finally leaves me
at 39th and Geary and I walk to 38th and turn toward Balboa and there on the
side wall of a grocery store is a butterfly mural about 10 x 20 feet with many
spray painted butterflys and the famous chinese thought "Am I a man dreaming
I'm a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming I'm a man."Now the irony of it is that Simple Pleasures wasn't on 38th Ave.but on 34th
Ave and my friend Chuck wasn't playing that night but on Feb 22. So I had
travelled all that way to find the butterfly mural and be reminded about the
ambiguous nature of our minds