Butterflies are free.
They flit peacefully amid
the meadow wildflowers.
Beauty is theirs forever.
A person's beautiful Wings are too oft con-
fined within the Cocoon of Self. Until one's
binding perception of the physical self is shed, that
one will never fly free in the Light of Truth
That one will never unfold and spread wide the
radiant Wings of her gossamer Spirit.
Contributed by: OpalPhyre