Death of a Butterfly

It was like something she said a long time back.
"Nothing really ever ends. Death is relative. Your soul is freed from your living body and reaches out for unbounded limits, limits that your mind creates. Your horizon is always streched to that limit, mortal limits as you may say. And with the death of your living human form begins a journey in the never-ending universe. But this time the mortal chains that bind the body is there no more."

As I saw the butterfly slowly dying, these thoughts flashed upon my mind.
"With the death of a butterfly,
colours slowly fading by,
With the rain and the sunshine,
the birth of a rainbow in the sky."

Our mind is always so confused, always lost in this deep dark sea of endless thoughts. Life for this mortal living body is so short, physically handicapped and bound by time. With death the sense of time is lost. It cannot play the master of puppets anymore. Time as a whole looses sense and so does our physical shortcomings. We can do what we always desired to do and make the blue sky colourful once again.