Tuesday, 7 March 2017

Butterfly. . .

Spread your wings and fly. . . butterfly. . . 

When you love someone so deeply
They become your life
It's easy to succumb to overwhelming fears inside
Blindly I imagined I could
Keep you under glass
Now I understand to hold you
I must open up my hands
And watch you rise

When you love someone, you might do some crazy things to either let them know that you love them, or they might not know that you love them and come off doing crazy things like trying to restrain yourself from outing your feelings in front of strangers because you're in the same room.  When we question or second guess ourselves and let our fears pervade rational thought, this is an opportunity to reflect carefully about what you are feeling and ask yourself why you are feeling this way.  When we don't want things to change because we would rather keep things under glass long enough to enjoy them, to see them for our own personal pleasure, we run the risk of it not being in a natural habitat that it belongs to, and that it needs to thrive quite openly.

Spread your wings and prepare to fly
For you have become a butterfly
Oh fly abandonedly into the sun
If you should return to me
We truly were meant to be
So spread your wings and fly

When we are afraid of letting go and abandoning all of the restrictions that keep us back, hold us back from where we need to be.  What does it mean to be a butterfly?  No matter how hard we might think it is to change in this way, we recognise that change is a necessary part of maturing, of taking things to new heights and transitioning from a state of ignorance to the next phase of our life cycle.  Do you think you are prepared to fly into the sun?  Are you afraid that if you let them fly that they will not return to you?  This is the chance that you must be prepared to take - only because we can't control people and their feelings towards; in fact, we can only hope and pray that they feel as strongly about us as we do about them.

I have learned that beauty
Has to flourish in the light
Wild horses run unbridled
Or their spirit dies
You have given me the courage
To be all that I can
And truly feel that your heart will
Lead you back to me when you're
Ready to land

When we want to keep things and people close to us, we run the danger of killing what or who we love the most.  There must be space or freedom that is granted to allow for nature to take its course, for all the learning that we must embark on in our own specific journeys.  When we watch other things or people being free in their worlds, we envy them don't we?  We might wonder - how did they get to be that way?  Can I hope to be as free as them one day?  If beauty is to flourish in the light, how much longer can I live in darkness?

I can't pretend these tears
Aren't overflowing steadily
I can't prevent this hurt from
Almost overtaking me
But I will stand and say goodbye
For you'll never be mine
Until you know the way it feels to fly

It is ok to feel low and to let tears feature during your days sometimes.  It's what you do after the tears that teaches you about how much you have learned so that you don't have to cry as often or you only save your tears for the absolute times where crying will suffice.  What hurt is so unbearable that you worry about the hurt overtaking you and your feelings right now?  I think its important to know that you can never really be anyone's or they can never be truly yours until they know what it means to fly on their own, without you, no matter how much you want to fly alongside them.  It's not your journey to take.

I hope that no matter what happens, that we will not be afraid to take flight and rely on our own wings to help us fly, to leave the ground and the safety and comfort of solid ground and propel us ahead.  Even if we have to find these different place without who we want to spend time with the most.  I hope that you start to trust and believe in yourself, because as much as people say that they believe in you and your abilities, the greatest advocate of you, is you!  So flutter through the sky , butterfly, spread your wings and fly, butterfly. . .