Kindred Spirits
As I sit here nestled into the shaded feet of this mighty Oak, resting for a moment from the heat of midday toil, I gaze out into a field of late Summer flowers -- a sea of delicate blooms swaying in the cool breeze that is gently soothing my burning face. And I see dancing atop the yellow waves, camouflaged, shy, and almost unnoticeable, a bright yellow butterfly kissing the blooms with her most delicate touch. Her beauty and grace are overwhelming me, and she is filling my heart with desire!
But my heart is not filled with lust. Rather, it longs to float carelessly with her beautiful Kindred Spirit upon this cool Summer breeze. And with these wings that she has given me, sail into the garden to dance among the roses. And to share the sweet nectar of life through our hearts with words, melodies, and fruits of the palette … If only for a fleeting moment in this midday Summer's Heat.
Dan Bowlds
