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From Book 3:
101 1abortifacient
With his folded legs distinctly placed in the soft-worn grooves of an underlying cushion, Taft Merryweather envisioned the outlines of butterflies (spiritual, cultural, and scientific) while activating the ever-present energy of Enlightened Heart. At the outset the magic of these butterflies was the size of a closed fist, a contracted potential that hibernated on the petals of an endless flower still somewhat confusedly trapped in the confines of what he perceived as his precious human body and mind. The concrete surface of these all-pervading insects had no particular face, no particular gender, and no particular color other than a continuous glittering of rainbow lights back-shadowed by a pinkish haze caused by the natural superimposition of the butterflies over Taft’s beating heart. For forty-nine exhilarating days and nights, Taft Merryweather contemplated the existence (and non-existence) of these butterflies.
----Each moment he felt the insects were more alive, Abbot Ezra says.
The Butterfly!
----Though he himself was happily dying.
flowers and leaves,
Paul L.
I think given the right members, and enough energy we could get some real good and important discussions and sharing going on.
Can't wait to read, see, hear your input.
Michael~
We're always interested in fresh perspectives.
Namaste~