Home for the butterflies

Today the sense of direction is unclear
It somehow got lost or partially disappeared
Uneasy with the awkwardness
I tried to steer myself to a schedule
Reason with getting back on track 
All attempts fell off

Maybe I’m in the home
For the butterflies
Energies moving in and around me
For something new to emerge

That has a wider grasp on things
And is so out of sorts with
Where I currently am
I am invited to stand still
Let transformation operate

Shhhhhh
This is the space
Where wings are made