{"id":3912,"date":"2011-03-26T17:56:56","date_gmt":"2011-03-26T21:56:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/linaru.com\/?p=3912"},"modified":"2021-11-16T17:34:27","modified_gmt":"2021-11-16T22:34:27","slug":"purple-butterflies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/purple-butterflies\/","title":{"rendered":"Purple Butterflies"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"grid kcm\">\n<div class=\"grid__item nine-twelfths portable--auto lap--auto palm--auto top-no-padding bottom-no-padding center  \"><audio preload=\"none\" controls=\"controls\"><source src=\"https:\/\/linaru.com\/audio\/2011\/purplebutterflies.mp3\" type=\"audio\/mp3\"><\/source><source src=\"\" https:=\"\" linaru=\"\" com=\"\" audio=\"\" purplebutterflies=\"\" ogg=\"\" type=\"audio\/ogg\"><\/source><\/audio><\/div>\n<div class=\"grid__item one-whole portable--auto lap--auto palm--auto\">\n<div class=\"important\">Imagine the entrance of a utopian empire, what would the opening sign read? <em>Plus Ultra<\/em>, go beyond.<\/div>\n<p>A woman dressed with dirty attire asked,&rdquo;&#157; What is beyond that which we believe is ourselves?&rdquo;&#157; No one listened because few observe those who do not sparkle. So, the woman in her own disbelief thought that it was her mission to make them understand that which was beyond their reach, so she began to dress with extravagant clothes portraying that which impresses the masses. Suddenly in the vast ocean of perception after gaining universal attention, a miracle occurred. Utopia touched her, and whatever she once wanted to justify and portray became memory. Reality evaporated as fast as it came to her, and so she understood that everything she had once thought was no more, and so as an eternal process of renewal she painted the gran narrative of time:<\/p>\n<pre>The sense of completeness, \r\nthe radical wholeness, \r\nbangs at your numerous doors \r\nthat like butterflies infests \r\nyour sense of fulfillment; \r\ncoming \r\nfrom not knowing \r\nwhere to go,\r\nreaching \r\ntoward the boundless \r\nportrait of purple eternity. \r\n\r\nWho is at your door?\r\nWholeness cannot be grasped\r\nby mortal sin,\r\nso who is the sinner\r\nif there is no evil?\r\n\r\nOpen the door,\r\nlet the butterflies\r\ncleanse your memories\r\nof attachment,\r\nlet those butterflies\r\nfly into the boundless,\r\nso you can see\r\nthat which lies\r\nbeyond yourself. \r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<p>The woman spoke no more, and in that silence an example was set. It was in the bed of death where the fruits of temptation became something more than a guide to sin. It was in death where she found that utopia does not exist if one does not understand the art of living in peace. Shall she now, in the vastness of purple eternity find the skies painting magical butterflies, rest in peace.<\/p>\n<div class=\"important\">The epitaph reads:<\/div>\n<pre>I'm so tired \r\nof trying to explain \r\nthe inner workings \r\nof reality \r\nthat I have decided \r\nto speak no more: \r\nNot to the people \r\nbut to the birds, \r\nflowers and snow. \r\n\r\nNot to the shadows\r\nbut to the rainbows\r\nrays and windows.\r\n\r\nNot to the closed\r\nbut to the exposed\r\ndiamonds and souls.\r\n\r\nNot to the fouls\r\nbut to the mountains\r\nraining and singing:\r\nAlleluia!\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<div class=\"important\"><strong>Note:<\/strong> The woman in this story is actually a man&hellip; What you believe have seen is not what actually is, and what you have actually seen is floating in the vastness of being without ground: Eternal Metamorphosis.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Imagine the entrance of a utopian empire, what would the opening sign read? Plus Ultra, go beyond. 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