To me, a butterfly is stunningly beautiful. I love butterflies. I always have. Seeing a butterfly gives me instant joy. The way they move, all jittery, moving with a sensitivity that makes me wonder whether there are underlying currencies in the air on which they are flying, unable for me to sense.
I love how a butterfly cannot be caught. I have tried catching butterflies a lot, when I was a kid. Loved that game. I would loose all sense of time trying to quietly sneak up to a butterfly and then, just when I’d be really close to catching it and almost able to see its fuzzy hairs on its tiny little body surrounded by its beautiful wings, it would fly away. Almost like it was teasing me by showing little glimpses of its beauty.
And then, when you’d least expect it, done playing the game of trying to catch a butterfly; it would just come and sit on my hand. In that moment I could see its astonishing beauty. Until, it would fly away in its jittery kind of way, sensing my need of wanting to touch its wings.
It’s the same with the Self. If you try to catch it, you’ll find yourself running after it, unable to ‘catch it’. Until, you ‘forget’ about it, tired of running after your Self, and then, all of a sudden, it’s there. You are. You are being. And then, as soon as you realize you are, you were. Being seems to be gone….
As a kid, I was being in the moment, playing that came of trying to catch a butterfly, not realizing I was being. Now, still a big kid but with a grown up body, I have come to re-member that I don’t have to try to catch a butterfly. I know now that the butterfly will come to me, when I am.
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I was just now searching for about this when I found your post. I’m just visiting to say that I really enjoyed seeing this post, it’s really clear and well written. Are you planning towrite more on this? It looks like there is more depth here for later posts.
Linda,
Your thoughtful poems/prose are indeed insightful, warm and embracing in one’s self…Great work…
John
hello lovely,
so happy that you are doing well….
nice message, well done babe
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Lieve lin, heel indrukwekkend om te lezen en je schrijf geweldig. Je bent de beste. dikke kus ki
Hi Lin.
Nice to see you work on your own site. Gives pleasure to make and to read.
Keep it up!
Alice
Hi Linda,
Brilliant & Beautifully written thank you for blogging
I Retweeted your tweet so that others can also enjoy your first ever blog post- congrats!
Claire
Hey Beautiful. This is 2morrowknight, who you follow on Twitter. I love your post. Very warm. You should think about using the words for an illustrated book. Very nice indeed.
Beautiful words from a beautiful woman.
Hey darling:-)
Ziet er gaaf uit!..kijk uit naar je andere teksten!
Was fijn je gesproken..gezien;-) te hebben zojuist.
Talk soon lief vriendinnetje van me..!
x0x0x0mij
Beautiful – I have always felt the same way about butterflies. They are magic.
Fireflies are similar in their ability to evade capture.
They blink on and off and you have to run to where you think they are going. On-Off-On-Off-1-0-1-0-1-0.
The rythm of all life. Movement and repose. I’ll go follow you on Twitter. I’m there also.