Marvelous Creator of
the butterfly,
Set loose in me the
energy of new creation.
Move me out of self,
out of self, out of self,
into chrysalis and
beyond.
Seed my
imagination.
Lift up my
wings.
Drawn by unknown
scents and different destinies,
Let me rise, rise,
rise
Out of the depths of
chrysalis crisis.
Even out of death in
all its forms.
~ This page is especially for
my friend Luna, a butterfly woman indeed! ~
April 2001
Poem by William Fitzgerald in
One Hundred Cranes
Music: Milagro (Miracle)
Background by
Dreamfires, butterfly from Webshots
