The Spiritual Effects of Butterflies

A poem about living in the present and appreciating universal consciousness.

“Butterflies remind us that it’s never too late to find our wings.”

Lately, when I step outside to walk barefoot among the earth or rest in my hammock,

Butterflies arrive.

A steady pair of Monarchs is my favorite.

They frequently dance in the wind like synchronized ballerinas on ice, magnetized to one another, reveling in the mirrors of pairs.

I’ve meditated and awoken to these faithful migrators, straight within my gaze.

Laid on my hammock and watched the breeze affect their flight.

Squelched toes in the sand, while they casually fluttered nearby.

I admit, the first couple of times, I brushed their recurring presence off as coincidence,

but after around their 10th appearance one afternoon, I began to wonder, What if these transformers of change represented something more?

Indeed, many cultures celebrate butterflies as powerful omens: symbols of hope, transformation, rebirth.

Synchronized potentialism.

Trust withdrawing from the safety of a cocoon.

Beauty emerging from a chrysalis of goo.

I choose to believe there’s meaning in the Monarchs,

and we are more similar to butterflies than most of us ponder.

For starters, we share a connection of light, and if we don’t nurture the truth within, our brightness cannot expand.

Then again, I have come to accept — after shattering so many restrictive shackles — that I don’t see ordinary anymore,

and far-fetched doesn’t exist often either.

No box can contain ME.

Like now, as my thoughts slow down to stagnancy, and these freefalling, lit creatures, with internal compasses, navigate space so miraculously,

and I am reminded of vibrational, clearly defined words from a recent meditation, exemplifying the spiritual effects of butterflies and life:

We’re all part of the same energy: consciousness.

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