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.
Yet there are those who wonder. There are those who have gentle stirrings. And there are those who have stepped upon the beautiful threshold of awareness - all on the verge of perceiving that which there is to see. To these ones, I say, open your exquisite senses. Look with fine clarity into that which is beyond and beneath, within and without. In these coming critical times, listen to and heed the directives of your spirits that retain the high wisdom you are just now perceiving.