This report echoed
through the Caverns of Sonora
prompting the Butterfly
to flutter away
to siphon the nectar
from deep within
the Beneficent Soul
the tranquil one
who embraces simplicity
in its myriad manifestations
effluxes from the Absolute
the Ultimate the Sublime
the beautiful sanctum
of your innermost thoughts
your secret sumptuous
thought-garden where
Love flutters her eyes
coquettishly alluring
as a black rose
on a coffin drifting
in the abyss of damned souls
of despair metamorphosing
into the butterfly
of hope
of sanctity
of grace