‘… like us, within us and through us, a hidden Presence, the constant meaning freedom unspoken because of the tramping of things a butterfly and so is the soul within us.’ |
From the poem ‘The last Passing of a Butterfly’, by Yiannis Zisis Cycle III: Toil of the Little One To read the whole poem, please, click here to order the poetry collection ‘Souls of Nature’ (Photograph by Yiannis Zisis) |