‘Everything and all existence is connected’,
then we will always be, and so we will always
Kneeling on the dying repercussions
of an autumn caught just within the colder breath
and tentative icy touches of winter –
its fruition yet to unfurl –
I turn to face the dying winds.
Cradled in my arms, the flakes and fragments
of all that is left.
The tangible weight echoes
the palpable loss I carry –
you have gone from my world,
and left it empty –
inside of this vessel, microcosms of dust
make it as empty as when life
ceases to be – but, inside of here,
you also become extant.
I can only hold that which would not fall
through my fingers. Instead,
I will imagine a springtime to come
to intrude on
this time, so a butterfly
can perch gingerly on my finger –
and linger, barely awake,
and I can pretend it is you.
Of course he flies away, so
I will imagine a story
telling me where the butterfly went,
and how far it did wander
before it became
Before you leave
this final solitude to
begin the journey of
your free soul; a soul that is eternal reality,
indestructible and bliss –
you stop to say goodbye;
but only for a short while, so
I imagine a place where your soul is flowing,
where the fragrant petals flutter
until incongruous winds
interrupt and sends them to join
you on your cyclical journey
and my exquisite butterfly will follow –
where the story and you, will continue.
For my father – Dattatraya Vishnu Kulkarni
Always in my thoughts.