The caterpillar crawls and eats and eats.
And grows, shedding its skin but little more.
Crawl, climb, eat. Crawl, climb, eat.|
Of all of our lives, can we not soar?One day as two caterpillars looked
As a beautiful butterfly sailed by.
Of course one said to the other:
"You'll never get me in a butterfly, high."Gratefulness, laughing and smiles.
But no clear understanding or view
Of these ironies and implications
What was The Answer you knew?Resistance. Perspective. and Change.
All of these and more are involved.
Yet insight is limited. And self-perspective too.
My mother was a moth - this problem is solved.One must STOP in the caterpillar journey
For transformation, what we can become.
One must change to a much gooey mess
to undergo metamorphosis and change.Is the potential understood? Is it realized?
We just don't know. Yet it does.
The Call of The Wild. And the need to Become.
Gain the wings, lose the teeth and the fuzz.It is about letting go, trust the process
Of growth and experience and your view.
It is Becoming. You are more than you are
With things you already had. And you knew?The colors are on the butterfly
And already within what we were.
Can we all learn from this? Can we help?
These changes will most surely occur.By Scott J. Simmerman © 2000
TOUCHED BY A BUTTERFLY
Dear butterfly,
Majestic monarch of the sky,
holder of universal secrets and reasons why,
color my canvas, touch my heart before I die,
to live in joy, teach me how never to say good-bye.
As you flutter by, you hear me sigh,
things missed because I forgot to try,
on your serene beauty I can rely,
oh what celestial magic you do supply.
Once you did struggle to be free,
you turned your life around to show me,
amazing my angel how you heard my plea,
you've cocooned my mind so I can see.
Lets fly together both as one,
and sore beyond time, once upon,
our silken wings God has spun,
Souls entwined, our infinite journey has just begun.
Michael Levy Born in Manchester UK now lives in Fort Lauderdale. He is the author of three books: What is the Point, Minds of Blue Souls of Gold, and the new Enjoy Yourself, It's Later Than You Think.
http://www.pointoflife.com mikmikl@aol.com
COPYRIGHT MAR 2000
Butterflies in Human-Skins
In blissed ignorance many people believe only they are so clever
They scheme a little deception
They pretend to be what they want
They are colorful or plainly camouflaged
It is humorous when you know that they don't know anything
That the butterflies have done for all time
Mimic sounds to fool others into believing they are clan
Growing colors to blend with anything they like
Be glowing iridescent like solar gasses in response to solar rays
Make a familiar odor to walk among enemies unscathed
Close their wings to change color-exposing only the undercolor
And they play together, fly together,
forage together and love together.
Butterflies are good teachers for humans.
Judy Ray ray_writer@hotmail.com
BUTTERFLY BEAT
Couplets by
Daniel Francis Eggink
I wake up every morning with my butterfly mind.
Awake to the wonder of butterfly time.
As I bless my pretty baby with a butterfly kiss
I know there's coming troubles my baby's sure to miss.
Welcome Monarch butterfly. Welcome to our sky.
As the sunrise brings the morning and your beauty fills our eye
Welcome Monarch butterfly. Welcome to my mind.
I hear your dreamy message and I know it is the time.
There's a song I keep on hearing as I'm' walking down the street.
It's the flower children dancing to the Butterfly Beat.
No matter what the season their singing makes me glad.
It's time we all be changing, not the time for being sad.
Welcome Monarch butterfly. Welcome to our sky.
As the sunrise brings the morning and your beauty fills our eye.
Welcome Monarch butterfly. Welcome to my mind.
I hear your dreamy message and I know it is the time.
There's a Butterfly cloud on a Mexican Mountain.
Rising up to heaven like a golden fountain.
Monarch wings fly a thousand mile course.
Then we watch them land from our white sand porch.
Welcome Monarch butterfly. Welcome to our sky.
As the sunrise brings the morning and your beauty fills our eye.
Welcome Monarch butterfly. Welcome to my mind.
I hear your dreamy message and I know it is the time.
California sunshine is a butterfly dream.
With their arms in the air, hear the flower children sing.
California sunshine gives the butterfly power.
Flower children ready for the butterfly hour.
Awake to the rhythm of the butterfly beat.
Dance with the children on Butterfly Street.
Old self drops as the weather turns to spring.
New self flies when the Flower Children sing.
Originally from http://www.woodstocknation.org/butterflybeat.htm
The World is a Butterfly's Wing (Song Cycle)
Poetry by Allen Cohen
Music by Nancy Bloomer Deussen
©1999 by Nancy Bloomer Deussen and Allen Cohen
An awareness arises
from within the mind
where God hides
waiting to be called,
whispering hauntingly
"Come deeper, find me!
The world is a butterfly's wing.
Be gentle and come deeper."
Decoding Spring
There is an intelligence
that impels flowers to bud
encoded in every cell of the tree.
The code says, "I will flower-
I will leaf. I will fruit. I will seed
and I will create more of me.
I will breathe C02.
I will use the light and heat of the sun
and I will be.
I will provide
the nectar of the flower,
the sweet fruit and the shade of my leaves.
I will breathe out Oxygen
and countless beings will be created and flourish
and they will be healed and nourished by me.
They will help spread
my essence and preserve me -
my plan is perfect.
Through this giving
with this constant beauty
through these endless creations
in the hidden world of my seed
nesting in the dark passivity of the earth
there will be a paradise."
An awareness arises
from within the mind
where God hides
waiting to be called,
whispering hauntingly
"Come deeper, find me!
The world is a butterfly's wing.
Be gentle and come deeper."
Rebirth of Forests
Today, I celebrate
the discovery that
trees return 50 to 75
percent of rainfall
to the atmosphere
by respiration
and evaporation
more than seas
or rivers do when
the rain runs off
bare mountains
or plains into
capillary rivers.
Those wondrous
ancient cultures
that have burned
their forests for heat
and firing pottery
and disappeared
leaving deserts
in their place!
Now 15,000 acres
of forest a day
are being cut
from the Amazon
and parts of Africa and Asia
eliminating thousands
of species and diminishing
oxygen and rainfall.
When will we plant
15,000 acres of trees a day
to bring back dark forests,
fertility, oxygen, habitats
for plants and animals
and precious life-giving rains
before drought and
desert dissolve
more lives and cultures?
We are bound together
earth, air, water,
plants, animals, humans
one embrace, one deep,
long timeless breath
in and out; in and out.
Yet we tear away from
that all embracing caress.
An awareness arises
from within the mind
where God hides
waiting to be called,
whispering hauntingly
"Come deeper, find me!
The world is a butterfly's wing.
Be gentle and come deeper."
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