Like Butterfly and Bee

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Like Butterfly and Bee

So many boring lawns
give me sighs and yawns.
Like Butterfly and Bee,
it’s Flowers that I seek.
Whenever they are found,
I stand on ‘holy ground’
in awe of what I see-
timeless Beauty before me.
These forms of priceless worth
are treasures of our Earth-
Life’s precious Flower and Seed
gifting our global need.
How barren would this Planet be
if not for Flowers of Plant and Tree
kissed by Beauty’s Butterfly and Bee?

Shelley Wilson
February 3, 2013
(Note: This poem leaps from boredom to awe to a question. Another
question arises. Where are the Shield Technologies and Inventions for
harmful Electromagnetic Frequencies created by our Modern
Technologies, especially Telecommunications, that are having an
increasingly devastating effect globally on Human health (particularly
cancers that cause great suffering and death) as well as harming other
Life-forms? Every action and inaction has individual and collective
consequences. Our health and well-being depends on the health and
well-being of this Planetary Biosphere in which Food-producing
Flowers and pollen-carrying Butterflies and Bees play such an
important part. It is a known fact that Humanity’s Technological
Electromagnetic Frequencies are having a disruptive and destructive
impact on the whole Biosphere. Everything is connected and
interdependent. Where are our protecting Shield Technologies and
Inventions?)

May your Spirit shine brightly,Shelley

The Butterfly

The Butterfly
Moving with gentle ease
among flowers of thought,
a butterfly alighting on flowers,
she gathered sustenance
from their poetic beauty.
The mystery of her butterfly nature
lay concealed and revealed
in the miraculous transformations
of her physical and spiritual resurrection.
She pitied those humans
who only thought of themselves
as a mere collection of atoms.
Despite their butterfly nets
and their crucifying displays,
she truly loved them.
The soft, caressing air stirred
her iridescent wings of harmlessness,
and she lifted her free spirit up
to celebrate the blissful joy of being.
April, 1992 revised April, 2004