One Can Find

Can you see the beautiful butterfly fluttering freely to and fro?

Can you see it flying high above, high into the sky?

Can you see it on that flower, taking the sweet, sweet nectar?

Can you see it coming close, almost there but never touching?

Can you see it?

Can you?


Like an apple on a tree, it's easy to get the ones already on the ground or the lower branches. Just like it's easy to find a butterfly that is already in a chrysalis or growing in a cage. A butterfly of true worth is one that is free and flying. If you can catch it then you know you found a good one. If it comes to you, then you know that you too are just as good.

Christmas 2011

Merry Christmas from La Bella Mariposa!

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Many But One

"We are many, but we are one.

No one can take that away.

We all are different, but we're all the same.

All are truly unique.

There so many similarities.

But it's the differences that make the world.

Don't let anyone tell you any different.

You are what makes this world."

Image belongs to SLO Life Magazine

Heart Open Wide

"Here I am, the heart opens wide. Take me now so that I may breathe.

Let me fly high up to the sky where no man shall ever see

Be in this freedom, oh so bold.

Music binding me down so cold

Cages and nets try to catch me.

People try to destroy me.

But I fly and fly till I can touch the sky.

Because I am a beautiful butterfly."

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Symbolism of the Butterfly

Life

Freedom

Joyful times

Psyche (Psychology)

Association with the soul

Stability in change

Love

All these things are of the butterfly.

Every little last one.

The metamorphosis of this fantastic creature is what begins this life we hold dear.

Birth

Crisis

Rising

Death

There is nothing the butterfly cannot do.

It is the acceptance that change will happen and is to come.

It is the symbol of freedom as it escapes from its chrysalis.

It is the joy one shares as it flies high in the sky and lives the life it has.

It is the symbolism of the mind as it states all that it feels.

It is the soul within that emerges upon our death.

And it is the love that we share deep inside as Psyche loved Eros passionately forever more.

The butterfly is me. And I am the butterfly.