Poem:
I sit on the front porch considering the moon, and the train coming down the tracks I can feel it, the anxiety the streets, and this sensation not missing a beat Kinda like when you see a star in the sky you relate to it it’s a mirror image of you, and you know why Life is like this at times full of whispers of insight We simply need to remain open to the butterflies in the night
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
Beautiful
Trust Jeff to describe and bring us the wonder and sensations and the sounds through the image of a butterfly of the night.
The stunning nocturnal moth !
Love the stirrings in this poem.
😊 Abi 😊
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Beautiful my friend and these two lines say it all for me:
“Life is like this at times
full of whispers of insight”
Openness is the key…and your butterflies in the night( LOVE this image!) might appear when you least expect it. A wonderful poem of real-time wisdom.
😁 Karima 😁
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Thank you so much for sharing my poem, David. I’m honored. 🙏💖
🤎🙏🏻 Jeff 🙏🏻🤎 ~ the honor is all mine!
So beautiful .💕
💜 Grace 💜
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It is life, not like!
❤ Lov ❤ ~ thanks! I'm sure Jeff will appreciate you catching that typo! 🙂
~David
I do, and it has been updated on my site. Thank you!
A beautiful poem.
💞 Sadje 💞 ~ I so agree
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Butterflies at night …what a beautiful thought!
😍 Sangeetha 😍
Open to the Butterflies in the night. Lovely image.
🦋 Andrew 🦋 ~ I think so too!
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💗🙏🏻 Filipa 🙏🏻💗
Wonderful poem, the night can hold its own beauty.
💘 Michaël 💘 ~ exactly my reaction
~David