Ho! Butterfly...
whose gentle touch
has all the Power
to stir the soul
of one small flower.
Caterpillar
I have seen the vision of butterflies
From here on my lunch-time leaf,
But real as it seems I am dumbstruck
By a feeling of disbelief.
What link do they touch within me?
I seek to deny their power;
I hide with the fear of my Knowing –
The leaf in my mouth turns sour.
I have heard the summon of butterflies
And find that I must now move:
No more tis enough to be who I am
Accepting a self-warped truth.
I weave, with doubt as my shadow,
The fabric of Death’s dark womb,
Tucking in strands of hopeful thoughts,
Til I am all consumed…………….
…..time stretches so everlastingly
like waves on the shore of my being,
til I’m touched by the warmth of coming dawn,
awed by what I’m now seeing:
Wings! I have wings!
And the freedom
To attend to the desperate cries
Of my kinfolk who wander, still seeking
The secret of butterflies.
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A taste of sunshine
on your wings -
Butterfly,
your presence bring...
a sense of life reborn
and more -
a sense of Spring.
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Guarded by butterflies
Sent from the Light
Before me and behind me
To left and to right
Butterflies below me
- I walk on their Flight –
Butterflies above me
- all day and all night.
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See my Path beneath my feet,
And stretching to the dawn! –
Butterfly wings like cobblestones
Inviting me beyond
The edges of myself complete…
Though really not at all –
I walk on clouds of butterflies
And know I will not fall.
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Quieter than most,
This Butterfly host –
Escorting me o’er the Rift;
Til Spirit brings
Truth of my wings
And I accept the Gift.
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Butterflies, gentle as flakes of snow
Yet stronger than wood or steel,
Set me to pondering in this Flow
What their coming to me reveals.
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How symbolic the knowledge
That my cocoon
Is formed by this mystic weave
Of butterflies dancing and
Singing a Tune,
Sung – at first – on Creation’s Eve.
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Here now the Mission
Of thy Soul:
To trust and fly and
Loose control.
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Butterflies fluttering beneath bare feet
- a Path unlike any known –
no matter I run or jump or sleep,
their Spirit enwraps my own;
their sentient Tapestry
flows with me
- separate and yet as One –
a kaleidoscopic mystery
whose Presence is ‘round me spun.
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Be here, and listen to the Song
The butterflies sing to thee –
Sunshine whispers between their wings
In mystical harmony.
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Learn, my Child, the Butterfly Dance,
As they are teaching you –
Here’s your Dream wrapped up in Chance
- with wings of Indigo-blue.
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Butterflies
- indoors and out –
Transformation
- within, without –
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Wings of Phoenix
Wings of Elf
Wings of Butterfly
Wings of Self…
Currents of Deepness
Currents of Night
Currents of Spirit
Currents of Light…
Truth of Becoming
Truth of the Sidhe
Truth of Transforming
The Truth of Me.