The Butterfly Pattern

If you watched the criss-crossed path that a butterfly takes to reach its destination you could see that we humans do nearly the same. There are these moments of truth in our journey when we inimitably see shiny sparkles of light surrounding us as rays of hope. One often makes the effort to grasp such moments and freeze them in time and space.

Here is such a butterfly pattern I wove with those sparkles emanating from those rays of hope, criss-crossing my unknown route into an imaginary pattern. I could not name it for naming it would be to draw a line through imaginary dotted spots. So I wove it, naively as I oft have done in the past. I wove it with soft colourful whispers using a thousand colours that butterflies are made of and painted a collage of those unspoken thoughts.