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Post by athenian dragon. on Wed Apr 03, 2013 11:25 pm


“A power of Butterfly must be -
The Aptitude to fly
Meadows of Majesty concedes
And easy Sweeps of Sky -” ~ Emily Dickinson


“Alongside the practical thought something else struggled and, like an escaped butterfly, took wing: the assurance of something wonderful awaiting her. Just around the corner......” ~ Norah Lofts



And baby, I will understand if sometimes
You just want to spread your wings and fly
And let your colors shine

And everyday I wanna be a risk you take
Make a promise that will never break for life

You're my butterfly
Don't fly away
Open my hands, you're free
Praying you'll come back to me

You're my butterfly
Don't fly away
You're my reality
Always be my gravity

You're my butterfly
Come on and touch the sky
You're my butterfly

I won't forget you
Or neglect you
Won't let no one take your place
In your eyes I see my face

And baby, do you know that everybody watches
Every time that you take flight
They're blinded by your light

You're my butterfly

~ Delta Goodrem
All my life, since birth, I have been allergic to milkweed, though this disadvantage was not discovered until I was a bit older than a child. My interest in butterflies was piqued by my first view of their migration south to warmer climates, their translucent and paper-thin orange wings brilliant in the sunlight that shone through them. So delicate, they promised the beginning of winter and symbolized my ever-present desire to fly. If I could not fly, then I could surely place my dreams upon the butterflies and allow them to traverse the world carrying them! I would follow the imaginary golden trails left by their fluttering to the boundaries of where I was allowed, and then watch as they glided into the air, seemingly effortless in their dance with the wind.
They lay their eggs upon the milkweed that has caused me much grief, and, eager to see the new caterpillars, I followed them to their grounds, only to find with dismay that my fur was beginning to grow itchy, my eyes watery, yet not from crying or laughing too hard. No, these were the symptoms of allergies, and as I neared the milkweed they grew worse, a pounding my head. I frowned, pulled back, and escaped to the edge of the trees, where the itching of my eyes began to wear off over the course of an hour. How eager I was to see their eggs, though! Thinking that perhaps it might be the pollen, I ventured forwards again, yet after multiple tries, I could get no further than a few meters away from their eggs. I had never wanted to give up, but this seemed to be a time that it would be necessary for my health and safety.
You can imagine how sad I was to discover my allergies! Now I would never see the first larvae hatching from their homes, and I would have to wait to see the new butterflies. It was a long, ponderous time for me, with no orange insects fluttering in the air to bring me happiness and whispers from faraway lands.
This took a devastating toll upon my mood, and I would trudge around the lands, not bothering anymore to gaze up into the sky for the bright flash of a monarch’s wing. Yet hope came one day. Hope came in the form of a delicate, bright, moment’s glance, that colour which had not been in my life for so long. And hope escalated, exploded into a brilliance of colour that burst from the trees like a flood of sunlight to brighten up my days, for the butterflies had come. I watched with blue eyes gleaming in awe as they soared across the sky, towards the horizon where their futures awaited.
And so each turn of the season, I await the butterflies. Allow them to lay their eggs upon the milkweed and wait patiently, though it can sometimes be torturous, for them to leap into the sky. It can be similar to winter. We live with sunlight for so much of the year that we take it for granted. When it disappears, we are left lost and dazed, but we must always live in the hope of that first ray of sunlight that signifies winter’s end.












“You can only chase a butterfly for so long.” ~ Jane Yolen


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“Butterflies are not insects,' Captain John Sterling said soberly. 'They are self-propelled flowers.” ~ Robert A. Heinlein

Beautiful and graceful, varied and enchanting, small but approachable, butterflies lead you to the sunny side of life. And everyone deserves a little sunshine. ~Jeffrey Glassberg

"The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough." ~Rabindranath Tagore

“Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.” ~ Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“A fallen blossom
returning to the bough, I thought --
But no, a butterfly.” ~ Arakida Moritake


"Know thyself! A maxim as pernicious as it is ugly. Whoever observes himself arrests his own development. A caterpillar who wanted to know itself well would never become a butterfly." ~ Andre Gide








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“A power of Butterfly must be -
The Aptitude to fly
Meadows of Majesty concedes
And easy Sweeps of Sky -” ~ Emily Dickinson
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