A butterfly, three mirrors and a candle

Gary
The salute was developed by those
protecting their eyes from the Light.
I remember when we bathed in it,
And it washed us clean,
And there was love and laughter.

Still, a butterfly, three mirrors and a candle.

Lakshmi
And sometimes we walked through the mud
To reach that waterfall.
First you see, then you saw.
And when it becomes a tired old ax,
Don't despair.
There is a new baptism waiting for you,
Cradling brilliant reflections
On the laser edge of a sword clothed in flesh.

Always, a butterfly, three mirrors, and a candle