butterflies were made to fly
Today I was listening to the birds outside, they reminded me of the jungle and the jungle reminded me of butterflies. One butterfly transformed a beautiful day into an unforgetable day. What did it do?
It flew by.
We were washing clothes, in the river, some women and I. They were laughing at me for my clumsiness of not being able to keep balance on the raft. The trees, huge trees, hovering over us, covering us with a delightful shade, which brought desired coolness onto our flesh.
I was enjoying every second that went by. The colors, the laughter, the simplicity of it all...
Then the butterfly flew by.
Simplicity dissapeared as this beautiful huge butterfly, slowly and happily, started to come towards us.
It caught my eye way before it was close to us.
It was one of them butterflies that is metalic blue, big one.
It was just flying, without a rush. Following the river path, but it was flying way up high...those trees are tall.
Between the trees some sunshine made its way, some here, some there, little bits everywhere.
and what a splendor it was when the sunrays touched the butterflies wings!!!
My breath taken away...simplicity dissapeared...splendor made its way.
Butterflies were made to fly...
Many years ago I was young, I recall that once I even was a kid. Well, way back then, I can recall the summer in which I forgot that butterflies where meant to fly.
I trapped them and dried them and put them into a glass case, to hang on a wall.
They last that way for years you know... but mine ended in the trash.
Why?
Because once in the glass...they lost the mistery that attracted me to them from the start.
You see, butterflies were meant to fly, but in my selfishness, or stupidity perhaps, I thought that I could capture their mistery, their joy, their laughter and put it in a glass.
What I sadly found out, was that...well that butterflies were meant to fly!
It is in their flight that the mistery, the joy, the beauty, the restlessness, the peace, the simplicity, and the splendor of life is transmited...you cannot put that in a glass.
Last year I stopped and analysed my life. One of the conclusions that I have reached is that:
I am a butterfly and I was made to fly.
Not everybody is a butterfly. It has been important to acknowledge that I am not a flower. I love flowers, all butterflies do, but I am not a flower. I am a butterfly.
I have been made to fly, and standing still is a real drag!!!
I am a butterfly and if I am put in a glass jar...I soon die.
I am a butterfly and if I am put in a glass case...I lose all splendor.
I am a buttefly, I love to fly.
It has been so important for me to be able to acknowledge such a fact.
Explained so many things, so many things.... so many things!!!!!
I am not rebellious after all!!!
Isn´t it amazing that such a little bit of detail can bring forth so much light!
Out goes confusion...I am a butterfly
and I was made to fly!!!
It flew by.
We were washing clothes, in the river, some women and I. They were laughing at me for my clumsiness of not being able to keep balance on the raft. The trees, huge trees, hovering over us, covering us with a delightful shade, which brought desired coolness onto our flesh.
I was enjoying every second that went by. The colors, the laughter, the simplicity of it all...
Then the butterfly flew by.
Simplicity dissapeared as this beautiful huge butterfly, slowly and happily, started to come towards us.
It caught my eye way before it was close to us.
It was one of them butterflies that is metalic blue, big one.
It was just flying, without a rush. Following the river path, but it was flying way up high...those trees are tall.
Between the trees some sunshine made its way, some here, some there, little bits everywhere.
and what a splendor it was when the sunrays touched the butterflies wings!!!
My breath taken away...simplicity dissapeared...splendor made its way.
Butterflies were made to fly...
Many years ago I was young, I recall that once I even was a kid. Well, way back then, I can recall the summer in which I forgot that butterflies where meant to fly.
I trapped them and dried them and put them into a glass case, to hang on a wall.
They last that way for years you know... but mine ended in the trash.
Why?
Because once in the glass...they lost the mistery that attracted me to them from the start.
You see, butterflies were meant to fly, but in my selfishness, or stupidity perhaps, I thought that I could capture their mistery, their joy, their laughter and put it in a glass.
What I sadly found out, was that...well that butterflies were meant to fly!
It is in their flight that the mistery, the joy, the beauty, the restlessness, the peace, the simplicity, and the splendor of life is transmited...you cannot put that in a glass.
Last year I stopped and analysed my life. One of the conclusions that I have reached is that:
I am a butterfly and I was made to fly.
Not everybody is a butterfly. It has been important to acknowledge that I am not a flower. I love flowers, all butterflies do, but I am not a flower. I am a butterfly.
I have been made to fly, and standing still is a real drag!!!
I am a butterfly and if I am put in a glass jar...I soon die.
I am a butterfly and if I am put in a glass case...I lose all splendor.
I am a buttefly, I love to fly.
It has been so important for me to be able to acknowledge such a fact.
Explained so many things, so many things.... so many things!!!!!
I am not rebellious after all!!!
Isn´t it amazing that such a little bit of detail can bring forth so much light!
Out goes confusion...I am a butterfly
and I was made to fly!!!
posted by thisfool @ 6:15 AM
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