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The Butterfly Doesn't See It's Wings

Monday morning

When I try

To

Set my sails

In a direction

For the week


I try

To nudge my ship

Along the sea

On Monday morning


I try to manifest

And create

I try to be

And embody

I set my intentions


On this Monday morning

I try to be open to being loving

And forgiving

I try to be open

To receiving blessings

As well as

Giving them

On this Monday morning

I anticipate the success I’ll soon

Unfortunately

Have

And I try to understand

That new challenges appear

If I let them


Yes,

This is what I do

On Monday morning’s


But I know

The chaos will come

It’ll greet me like the old friend it is

And it has the power to dissolve all of my plans, manifestations and intentions

In an instant

But nowadays

I don’t resist it

I embrace it

And smile

And understand

Some days

The sea’s have to

Rage


Life

Will fight against me

It’ll feel like

Walking through sand

Up a mountain

With a weighted vest on

And two left shoes on my feet


The wind will howl in my face

And the sky’s will cry

But yet

Still

I am called

To keep going


Life

Will repel us

But then

Afterwards


Something shifts


Storms don’t last forever


And then


After life repels us


It will attract us


We get pulled

Into something

Bigger then just

Our little ego’s

We get called

To grow


On Monday morning’s

Life gives us wings


The butterfly

Never see’s

It’s wings


The butterfly

Never see’s

It’s wings


The bird doesn’t know

That it sings


The musician

Doesn’t see

The miracles

Created

By the music

In the soul

Of the listener


The author . . .


Never see’s


The reader.


On Monday morning’s


Try to understand

You are

The miracle

That you don’t see

In the world.


-C.H.

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