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.
The shining totality of the Collective Wisdom cannot be accepted, nor even truly approached, until one's conceptual dogmatic confines are shed and one willfully transcends all the clinging traditional systems presently percieved as truth.
Of the self-proclaimed prophet or spiritual leader be wary. Be guarded. Be aware. Be dicerning. For if these ones be without Humility and Compassion, they are Seekers of Self eager for recognition, possesive of followers.