The butterfly is never born with wings
She starts upon the earth and only crawls
But to that form she knows she cannot cling
For holding on means transformation stalls
The courage to allow yourself to fall
So freely that you fear that you may die
Becomes the very thing that lets you fly.
Another Rhyme Royal for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, FB Fridy, Rhyme Royal and BT Benda
6 comments:
This reads like universal truth.
Spot on.
That is the absolute truth, and the number one reason why I love butterflies.
ps--doesn't Benda remind you a little bit of Mucha?
Lolamouse, you spread your wings here on earth and now you are spreading them in heaven! Thank you for beautiful words! You will live on forever through them.
Here from Barb's blog to say that I am so sorry to hear of your death... God Bless the family --and I will remember all of you in my prayers.
Hugs,
Betsy
I also received the sad news from Barb. I want to express my deepest sympathies to the family and friends of this talented and entertaining writer. Her loss is a loss to the blogging world as well as to those who knew her.
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