Onward & upward

For this I know, it was not so long ago I met a captivating butterfly
On its journey by and by perched this butterfly on my windowsill
Beautiful the butterfly to my eye brought a tear I dry
Every waking moment I tried to spend with my friend the butterfly for which I had fallen

Colors so great of interest I could relate to the magnificent butterfly
Day in day out time without a doubt moments spent the striking butterfly
Morning rendezvous I spent with you my gorgeous butterfly of love so true
Anything I would try for you I would die for my vivacious butterfly
Having you was paradise for things were so nice my delightful butterfly
Never showing your true colors I loved you like no other enchanted butterfly

Till that day it all went away for alterations came to the exuberant butterfly
Metamorphosed and modify to the butterfly into a dragonfly
Where went my butterfly I asked why turn I to the dragonfly
Buzzing at my ear without a care wisp the dragonfly
Messages no longer conveying, nor in one place staying, dashed the dragonfly

Time spent so rare but I still cared for the beautiful butterfly within
I saw less and less of the dragonfly busy so I cried for my transformed butterfly
Fit no longer like a pair of gloves for me the dragonfly no longer loves
Pushed to the side arms open no longer wide I wept for the revolutionized butterfly
To hard to handle and to hard to control flew the amended dragonfly away

No longer fluttering in the air, nor self aware, was my butterfly extraordinaire
And in the end the dragonfly changed again into a furious polar bear
Loss to time a love one of a kind, my stunning butterfly to the past was committed
This is a born sin for love I cannot win arrested dawn flew olden times gone by

A lesson well learned that money should be earned my tantalizing butterfly of old
A butterfly is nothing more than a bug incapable of love my eccentric butterfly
Separate paths now seeking of faith no longer believing my outrageous butterfly
These things I didn’t anticipate, nor could I relate, to rest went the troubled butterfly

I sit now and ponder, from time to time I wonder, what went wrong with my lovely butterfly?
Alone once again without my best friend, gone my love the butterfly
No more spellbound is the night, to the bear no more I shall fight for tomorrow as risen a new
On to the ever after for now gone is fun and laughter for my butterfly was nothing more than a mere dream
A vision at best, but it doesn’t mean I love you any less, for the day now draws to a silent slumber

Wilfred Mellers

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25 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kim
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 09:08:45

    According to an American Indian Legend:

    If anyone desires a wish to come true they must first capture a butterfly and whisper that wish to it.

    Since a butterfly can make no sound, the butterfly can not reveal the wish to anyone but the Great Spirit who hears and sees all.

    In gratitude for giving the beautiful butterfly its freedom, the Great Spirit always grants the wish.

    So, according to legend, by making a wish and giving the butterfly its freedom, the wish will be taken to the heavens and be granted.

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  2. FU
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 10:44:52

    Kim I like this so much. I will always remember to whisper my wishes to a butterfly and then give it freedom.

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  3. Kim
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 10:53:05

    Many of the ancient civilizations believed that butterflies were symbols of the human soul.

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  4. Kim
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 10:56:10

    The Aztecs believed that the happy dead in the form of beautiful butterflies would visit their relatives to assure them that all was well.

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  5. Kim
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 11:12:13

    The legend of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai is set in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

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    • Kim
      Aug 10, 2011 @ 11:12:36

      Zhu Yingtai is a beautiful and intelligent young woman, the ninth child and only daughter of the wealthy Zhu family of Shangyu, Zhejiang. Although traditions of that era discourage females from going to school, Zhu manages to convince her father to allow her to attend classes in disguise as a young man. During her journey to Hangzhou, she meets Liang Shanbo, a scholar from Kuaiji (present-day Shaoxing). They chat and feel a strong affinity for each other at their first meeting. Hence, they gather some soil as incense and take an oath of fraternity in the pavilion of a thatched bridge.

      They study together for the next three years in school and Zhu gradually falls in love with Liang. Although Liang equals Zhu in their studies, he is still a bookworm and fails to notice the feminine characteristics exhibited by his classmate.

      One day, Zhu receives a letter from her father, asking her to return home as soon as possible. Zhu has no choice but to pack her belongings immediately and bid Liang farewell. However, in her heart, she has already confessed her love for Liang and is determined to be with him for all eternity. Before her departure, she reveals her true identity to the headmaster’s wife and requests her to hand over a jade pendant to Liang as a betrothal gift.

      Liang accompanies his “sworn brother” for 18 miles to see her off. During the journey, Zhu hints to Liang that she is actually a woman. For example, she compares them to a pair of mandarin ducks (symbolic of lovers in Chinese culture) but Liang does not catch her hints and does not have even the slightest suspicion that his companion is a woman in disguise. Zhu finally comes up with an idea and tells Liang that she will act as a matchmaker for him and her “sister”. Before they part, Zhu reminds Liang to visit her residence later so he can propose to marry her “sister.” Liang and Zhu reluctantly part ways at the Changting pavilion.

      Months later, when Liang visits Zhu, he discovers that she is actually a woman. They are devoted to and passionate about each other and they make a vow of “till death do us part”. The joy of their reunion is short-lived as Zhu’s parents have already arranged for her to marry a man from a rich family called Ma Wencai. Liang is heartbroken when he hears the news and his health gradually deteriorates until he becomes critically ill. He dies in office later as a county magistrate.

      On the day of Ma and Zhu’s marriage, mysterious whirlwinds prevent the wedding procession from escorting the bride beyond Liang’s grave, which lies along the journey. Zhu leaves the procession to pay her respects to Liang. She descends in bitter despair and begs for the grave to open up. Suddenly, the grave opens with a clap of thunder. Without further hesitation, Zhu throws herself into the grave to join Liang. Their spirits turn into a pair of beautiful butterflies and emerge from the grave. They fly together as a pair and are never to be separated again.

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  6. Kim
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 11:13:48

    Legend of Etain
    Etain was a Irish maiden who fell in love with a fairy man. Etain was so beautiful that the Fairy King Midir became infatuated with her and was smitten with love.

    Unfortunately he already had a Queen, who when she found out about Etain, became extremely jealous because of his obsession with Etain. She became so angered that she transformed Etain into a butterfly and created a storm to whisk her away. Etain flew around as a butterfly for many years, before a different fairy King found her and let her have a spot in his kingdom.

    Once the queen found out that Etain was living within this new kings kingdom, she created another storm to blow her away. This time Etain landed in the glass of a mortal queen. This mortal queen drank the wine in the glass along with Etain. She soon became pregnant and concieved a beautiful princess daughter. The princess grew up and married the King of Ireland. She lived an enjoyable and satisfied life.

    King Midir soon found out that his lost love Etain was now married to the King of Ireland. He challenged the King of Ireland to a game of chess. The winner would get a kiss from Etain. King Midir won and once Etain kissed him, he turned them into swans and they both flew away never to be seen again.

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  7. FU
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 12:11:07

    I have missed you too. I love all of this, where you find this stuff I don’t know .
    New grandson is doing very well. I guess I’ve been depressed lately and sleeping alot. Sorry there’s a lot going on.

    Of course the heat isn’t helping any and I’m getting ready to move the first week in September. UGH!!!!! I hate to move. So there you are caught up on what I’ve been doing lol.

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  8. Kim
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 12:29:39

    The heat has been brutal!!

    I just search and it finds me – lol

    Hugs for the newbie! Send me pics!!!!!

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  9. Kim
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 12:34:17

    Moving!!! I HATE moving!!!! In this heat no less!!

    I hope you have lots and lots of strong help!!!!

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  10. Kim
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 13:11:55

    In Mexico, the Nahauatl people believe that Monarch butterflies are the souls of dead children returning to their ancestral home. This interpretation is based on the migration habits of this species. Around November 2 every year (the Day of the Dead celebration) the Monarchs appear en masse in the Oyamel fir forests of Central Mexico. They remain for the entire winter season before returning north to the lay their eggs and die. The massing of these butterflies is so dense that on still days the sound of their wings flapping is quite audible.

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    • Kim
      Aug 10, 2011 @ 13:12:30

      The butterfly never meets its mother. It must survive independently and remains a stranger to affection. An animal nurtured by mother’s milk, however, is dependent on another for its basic survival. A child who grows up in a cold and detached home environment is similar to the butterfly, in that kindness is sparing. Once an adult, it will be very difficult for that person to show compassion. H. H. the Dalai Lama

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  11. Kim
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 13:16:20

    In 1600 Ireland it was illegal to kill a white butterfly as it was believed to be the soul of a dead child.

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  12. Kim
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 13:24:49

    The myth of Psyche and Eros (Cupid) is a mythological metaphor for the feminine journey toward consciousness. Psyche is the Greek word for both soul and butterfly.

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    • Kim
      Aug 10, 2011 @ 13:39:31

      The myth of Psyche originated in the Orient. A Myth said the Rhetors (mere talkers) is “an untrue narrative representing truth.” This myth is a good example of approaching “profound realities of Nature by poetic intuition.” “Its secret sense shows through thanks to the symbolism of the butterfly.”

      By her beauty, Psyche has aroused the jealousy of Venus. She had seduced Eros himself. Carried away by Zephyre into a flowery valley. She lived there in a dream Palace. Each night she greeted there a lover that she was not supposed to see. On the false-hearted advice of her sisters, giving in to curiosity, she came once with a lamp, to see the one who shared her bed. A drop of oil fell on the god who took flight. Thus began the terrible afflictions from which the unfortunate one could escape only thanks to the complicity of Love. When she had surmounted them her wedding was celebrated in Olympia and she was admired at the banquet of the gods.

      Now in Greek, Psyche signifies at the same time soul and butterfly. The myth was interpreted by playing on this double sense. It became the story of the soul touched by divine love, but which, by reason of the mistakes made, must undergo some tribulations before having access to happy immortality. The night butterfly [the moth] attracted by the flame, like the soul attracted by heavenly truths, burns in the flame, reflection of the trials that must be endured to eliminate the fleshy sink-stones before knowing the joys of the beyond.

      The work of George Hoefnagel (1542-1601) attempted to illustrate sacred texts using symbols. Many of his works contain caterpillars and butterflies, symbolizing man and his soul.

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  13. Kim
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 13:30:52

    The White Butterfly

    An old man named Takahama lived in a little house behind the cemetery of the temple of Sozanji. He was extremely amiable and generally liked by his neighbors, though most of them considered him to be a little mad. His madness, it would appear, entirely rested upon the fact that he had never married or evinced desire for intimate companionship with women.

    One summer day he became very ill, so ill, in fact, that he sent for his sister-in-law and her son. They both came and did all they could to bring comfort during his last hours. While they watched, Takahama fell asleep; but he had no sooner done so than a large white butterfly flew into the room and rested on the old man’s pillow. The young man tried to drive it away with a fan; but it came back three times, as if loath to leave the sufferer.

    At last Takahama’s nephew chased it out into the garden, through the gate, and into the cemetery beyond, where it lingered over a woman’s tomb, and then mysteriously disappeared. On examining the tomb the young man found the name “Akiko” written upon it, together with a description narrating how Akiko died when she was eighteen. Though the tomb was covered with moss and must have been erected fifty years previously, the boy saw that it was surrounded with flowers, and that the little water tank had been recently filled.

    When the young man returned to the house he found that Takahama had passed away, and he returned to his mother and told her what he had seen in the cemetery.

    “Akiko?” murmured his mother. “When your uncle was young he was betrothed to Akiko. She died of consumption shortly before her wedding day. When Akiko left this world your uncle resolved never to marry, and to live ever near her grave. For all these years he has remained faithful to his vow, and kept in his heart all the sweet memories of his one and only love. Every day Takahama went to the cemetery, whether the air was fragrant with summer breeze or thick with falling snow. Every day he went to her grave and prayed for her happiness, swept the tomb and set flowers there. When Takahama was dying, and he could no longer perform his loving task, Akiko came for him. That white butterfly was her sweet and loving soul.”

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  14. Kim
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 13:36:19

    The butterfly symbolizes intuitive transformation and consciousness. It teaches us to make changes to our lives, create new conditions, and make dreams come true. Every new idea and every step towards enlightenment reflects the development of the butterfly. The egg of a butterfly signals the birth of a life or new idea. The larvae stage represents lifes’ learning and experiences. The cocoon represents the breaking free of misconceptions and beliefs for expansion. Finally, the hatching of the butterfly symbolizes the beginning of consciousness and new reality. The Butterfly reminds you that you are continually in a state of transformation and all is well.

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  15. Kim
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 13:47:38

    Morning Star

    In Mexecal art, Xolatl is the chrysal form of the god Quetzalcoatl in the Land of the Dead. Xolatl is closely related to the Star of the Morning and marks the butterfly as an emblem of the soul. Certain American Indian tribes, specifically the Arapaho Indians, interpret the symbol for butterfly as the Morning Star.

    Morning Star relationship of the soul and butterflies could be attributed to the star’s continued appearance in the morning despite the passage of night (representing death). Since stars are normally associated with night, a morning star’s existence in the day could symbolize the soul’s life after death.

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  16. Kim
    Aug 10, 2011 @ 14:12:47

    God of Rain

    In Pre-Hispanic, Mexican Indian culture, the butterfly is one of the symbolic representatives of Tlaloc, god of rain.

    The fantastic stone heads that jut out from the bas-relief background of the pyramid of Quetzacoatl are carved in the same spirit (human form to geometric forms) although on a smaller scale. They represent symbolic combinations, alternately of jaguars and snakes, and of the stylized features of the rain god and the butterfly, which was considered one of his symbolic representatives.

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  17. Dawgbert
    Aug 11, 2011 @ 07:36:39

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  18. GODS ANGEL
    Aug 11, 2011 @ 09:06:04

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  19. Kim
    Aug 11, 2011 @ 12:06:21

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  20. Kim
    Aug 11, 2011 @ 12:49:04

    The Department of Children and Families on Thursday released what it called a final report on Caylee’s death.

    http://www.wftv.com/news/28835839/detail.html

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