Aren’t we all one-day butterflies, not aware of time. Searching for partners or honey until Death kisses us. Then in his arms, tenderly rocked, waiting for a new chance to fly away again and join the dance of the one-day butterfly
WHILE I was begging our Lord
to-day to speak for me,
since I knew not what to say nor
how to commence this work which obedience has laid upon me,
an idea occurred to me
which I will explain, and which will serve as a foundation
for that I am about to write.
May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun. And find your shoulder to light on. To bring you luck, happiness and riches. Today, tomorrow and beyond.
