Butterfly leaves dripping water, 
it is rainy season, a memory springs 
from the well of enlightenment: 

I remember being so close to you;
there was no difference between you and me, 
thunders so close, wet soil, so ravishing 
that I lost myself in you.

There were no worries, 
but only the heartbeat of the earth 
beating at the same rhythm as my heart,
one beating heart, every instant, 
a new beginning, being. 
Signature Lina Ru