Dojo Butterfly

I looked to the sky today and I spied a yellow butterfly. She looked so free and I wished that she was me. My cage is my rage. I cannot express this in the situations that draw it from my heart and soul. I practice an alchemy of mind and spirit to harness its aspects to move closer to rapture. My thoughts go to my dojo master and his black gi. He was honorable with me and had spaces and places for all things. Maybe the idea of the hollodeck came from his sessions with me. He is now in the wind as Asia raps at my door persistently. He is baby powder ethnic like me. We are seen as a subject of query by this gentile colony with RAGE beneath. It is best that I take charge and put myself in a quiet room with a man professionally trained by many aspects in his life to take it. I give him courtesy, and he validates my right to be. He encourages me and thanks me. Asians love his way, and now I can be dojo BUTTERFLY.