Emerging from the chrysalis of childhood ..She spread her wings to
dry in the warmth of the sun...
The tender flutterings of her newly dried wings..
Gave rise to her yearning soul-light...
Spiritual antennas yearned to contact enlightment..
Each master touched
, she absorbed with eagerness,,
The guides led her to many teachers of wisdom..
And, with outspread soul-wings she flew to follow..
Yet another and another..till weary , she rested ..
You will feel her soft touch as she rises ..
Again to seek to quench her thirst..
A Butterfly brushes against your cheeks ..
With delicate touches. that you may not feel ...
But she is there ..
With flutterings so rare..
A Butterfly is in the air!
