Butterfly in a Parking Lot

The iridescent blue glow flickers across the rusted metal pipes and building material that have lost meaning and purpose. The beauty, stark in the contrast, radiates a confidence in purpose that I have forgotten.

The moment slips into a vulnerable crevice. A sliver of clarity reminds me that I belong here with the Great Mother in every form and expression. Drop the judgement that any place on the planet holds more than another, in your eyes it can all be pristine. Heal the criticism that places of decay are less than growth.