I was a butterfly!    
That knew not the Sun,
Who showed me  this and that,
In whose dazzle, I lost the sight
Of the One that shone in all.

My eyes were closed,
As I drowned in the ocean
of sweetness that nectar bore.
Thought that was all  there to be known.

Alas, I was a butterfly!
Inebriate deaf and dumb,
That moved and died in time,
Like leaves on autumn eve.

When I saw the stick and Feet,
Clung to them in mortal fret,
The lotus then I saw with the One who sat upon it,
Whose Lotus Feet said it all.

I am a butterfly!
Who sees the Sun!
In whose light shines One and All.

I am a butterfly!
Who knows where Sweet immortality rears.
The stick is mine, the flower me
As the Mother whose smiles shine
 Light upon me that knows no bound

I am a butterfly!
That knows no fret,
For fret I am, the feet I am,
The sweetness too... I Am.

I am a butterfly!
Lost in Love,
That sees only butterflies around!

Madathil Nair