Who designed your wings,
Are you creation’s favorite pastime
Proudly given wings?
To proclaim its skills, all over its land
That when it comes to intelligent design,
It is still without a peer!
Were you once a warrior,
Hardened and given to hate,
Now transformed and released
From a ‘die’ cast into,
Finding delight, amongst frail beauty
The soul of one gone beyond
Now returned to give joy,
To those grieving and sad?
You break out of your shell
In a burst of color
And in this jubilation, given wings
To disseminate color!
To cast away our hardened selves,
Our conditioned exteriors,
Not cocooned within concepts,
‘The designs of others’,
To resurrect this world
In the palettes of Light!
In your brush strokes of creation
I have found my own revelation,
If a being so tiny, could bring
So much inspiration,
To seek this intelligence
For my own enlightenment!
© Kanages Ramesh
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“The symbolism is that of the butterfly and that of the soul freed from its covering of flesh, as in Christian symbolism, to become both blessed and a blessing.
To the Aztecs….A butterfly fluttering among the flowers represented the soul of the warrior who had fallen on the battlefield.”
- The Penguin Dictionary of Symbols by Jean Chevalier and Alain Gheerbrant — Translated from the French by John Buchanan-Brown
“The Maori and others believe that after death the soul returns to the earth in the form of a butterfly”
- Larousse Dictionary of World Folklore by Alison Jones