#butterfly

THE BUTTERFLY OR ME

 

As I watched a butterfly the other day I wondered...is she aware of time?

Does she think about politics, or bigotry, about money, war or crime?

 

As she flutters from flower to flower I wondered…

Is she happy…worry free?

And then I wondered…

who's more blessed…

the butterfly...or me?

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A BUTTERFLY DREAM

 

Chuang Tzu (pronounced shuwang zee) was an ancient Chinese philosopher…when one night a vivid dream appeared before his sleeping eyes…in his dream he was not Chuang Tzu anymore…he was a butterfly.

 

After experiencing a dreamworld where he flew from flower to flower…where he felt so innocent and free…he awoke only to find he was not that butterfly…instead he was Chuang Tzu.

 

And he asked himself this now famous question…still asked in every corner of philosophy…Am I Chuang Tzu dreaming I was a butterfly…or am I a butterfly dreaming I’m Chuang Tzu?

 

Before you scoff at a butterfly that dreams and wonder if Chuang Tzu’s pondering was amiss…remember all butterflies, like us, change in stages…it’s called metamorphosis.

 

They enter into each stage innocent and when from that stage they finally escape…they have changed a little bit of who they are in their size and in their shape.

 

In the early stages they crawl and eat and sleep…they are somewhat quiet, reserved and shy…until the day their wings are formed and they begin to fly.

 

Every butterfly is beautiful as they soar from flower to flower or rest upon a leaf…sharing their beauty with the world for a little while….as their time on Earth is brief.

 

So perhaps Chuang Tzu’s thinking was not as far off as it seems…

Since we share so much with the butterfly…it’s easy to imagine they, too, might dream…

 

So I leave you with one final thought before heading on my way

a question, I imagine, Chuang Tzu might ask if he were her today:

 

Have I written this while sitting at my computer 

in the comfort of my home…

or is it possible…

could it be…

a butterfly wrote this poem?

 

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THE BEAUTY OF A BUTTERFLY

 

We found her hanging from her chrysalis…one of those sad and unexpected things…a butterfly who died before she had the chance to spread her wings.

 

We’re not sure why this particular monarch had to die…why her life was ended before she had the opportunity to fly…

 

We’re not sure the reason nature would be withholding…the breath of life from one so young…just as her beauty was unfolding.

 

For we have through observation…in all our years of walking…found many answers lie in nature…but nature isn’t talking.

 

So it’s up to us to look at her insects….her trees…her stars…and try to find the reasons…the answers…for the way that some things are.

 

We know a butterfly’s life is brief…in a few weeks most will die…and only a handful of people will witness their beauty….if that particular butterfly happens by.

 

And we know how a person can be changed…though they may not realize how or when or why…but changed in subtle ways by the beauty a butterfly.

 

So…since nature isn’t talking…our reasoning is thus: perhaps the beauty of this particular butterfly…was only meant for us.

 

Or perhaps there is another reason…as I say…I have no a clue

Perhaps we were meant not only to find it but to share her beauty…with you

 

This is the best reason we could think of as to why this butterfly came to be…as we buried her neath a flower…whose bloom she’ll never see.

 

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THE BUTTERFLY

We can learn so much from nature...

from the sand

the sea

the sky...

Every organism can be our teacher

Take, perchance, the butterfly.

 

True, they are fragile creatures...

their wings are delicate and thin...

but they add color to the universe

and they can ride upon the wind.

 

Butterflies share the flowers.

All are rich,

no one is poor,

and you never see a butterfly with a weapon

or marching off to war.

 

They live a life that’s innocent and free,

they cause no pain or grief

For they know their time is precious...

their moment on Earth is brief.

 

Perhaps if we listened to their teachings

and their lessons we’d apply

Then we would live in peace and beauty

 

just like the butterfly.


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Butterfly flies away

  Butterfly as a whisper comes around 

for a little child happiness is found, 
he sees a colorful art of life. 
She stays near the child 
not afraid of being burnt 
by the desire. 
Is it a candle or a child? 
Secondly, she will be burned. 
Firstly, she will be admired. 
She makes him feel the magic 
and then she wants to fly away. 
A child can't wait 
that hours become days 
and butterfly returns again. 
He will love only for today! 
Once she will fly away, 
the beauty in his eyes will be lost. 
Soon he will learn that 
beautiful creatures can't be admired 
when they stay under chains.

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