Butterfly Kisses For The Soul

BUTTERFLY KISSES FOR THE SOUL

Maree Cutler- Naroba

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So what direction do I take,

there seems to much

swirling about, should I fly

up high or should I fly down

low ?

Should I explore what is to

my left?

Maybe I should fly over to

my right? Should I follow

another or create my own

flight?

My wings seem so frail and

I don’t know what to do.

But I’ve seen others that

have gone before me

They too once lay in a

cocoon.

February 2013

What direction should I take?

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Awaken to the song in your heart,

to the rhythm in your soul, to the

potential in your being.

Awaken from your slumber,

awaken from the past, awaken

from the night so that you may fly

again.

Let the dream arise, let the dream

gain height, let your wings flutter

with excitement.

Go forth and fly towards the light.

Awaken From The Night




I Want To Dance Upon You

I dive into your heart to discover

what is there, I am curious and

drawn to you by the texture of your

blooms.

You are sheltered by soft blue

about but I look within, and I see

much more, explosive colour that

makes me pause to take in more

I want to dance upon you oh

stunning flower of wondrous blues,

because it is helping me to see the

dance of flight that lies in my wings

of blue.




Rest A While Upon Me

I come to find a place to stop

I come to find a still peaceful spot.

As I hurry by I see you oh white

dandelion of delight.

You sway ever so gently, yet you are

strong against the winds that blow.

I take comfort as I come and rest

upon you,

I feel your warmth, I feel your love

pouring into me. And

in the stillness of my heart I hear you

speak to me, you

calm my fears and wipe away my

tears.




I Know I Am Born To Fly

Crystal radiant skies I love you,

here I find freedom, and I breathe in

the perfumes of life.

I see my shadow and it helps me

understand this

expanse of wings, from which I am

to lift my head high and arise to

great heights.

There may seem some clouds about

but I soar ahead,

wings open in readiness and in my

heart I feel the gentle nudge of flight

Yes, I know I am born to fly.




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Fade Not Into The Background

Crispy leaves of brown as you crinkle on

the ground,

a rugged stick and twigs amongst what I

found.

I saw your colour was akin to mine,

perhaps I am a little darker, but the shape

seems a little like mine.

Oh leaf, you rise above and float on the

drifts of wind, but then you settle back

and fade within.

I don’t want to settle in one spot, I want to

explore,

I want my colour to create and paint and

bring joy.

A life where my colour will not fade but

only intensify in the dawn of each new

day.




I touch you and I can smell you

glorious scent,

I look at you and see the prettiness in

the sprinkles of pink as your petals

unfold.

But I am just yellow, white, red and

black and rather spotty at that!

But your delicate softness draws me to

rest awhile

to behold your beauty.

From you I find strength to fly and fly

with my wings wide,

Displaying beauty you whispered was

also mine.

Beauty and Wonder to Behold




I am a symphony of colour that plays

tunes upon the orchestra of winds.

I dance, I twirl, I spin about, I flicker

with my wings, delicately in tune

with the tail that is also part of me.

I am somewhat different to others I

see that fly around,

but I am here to make music in who I

was created to BE.

That I would radiate with glory all my

Maker has poured in to me, a life of

music that would encourage others to

also just BE.

A Life of Music




The waters ripple and bubble as a

harmony of love,

as they echo and resound with

magic moments back to us.

Our flight has been long and at

times unsure.

but the reflective river brook

creates such an artist’s palette of

colours, from which to raise a

brush and begin the finest strokes,

intertwined and woven with such

love.

It makes us gasp at that which our

eyes now see and we are washed

in delight at the simplicity,

yet perfectly synchronized black

and white of who we were born to

be

A Pool of Reflection




The blueness of the sky punctuates my

flight and the opulent green of this

leaf upon a tree adds to the aroma and

decadence of what I see.

I am pressing on towards the prize, of

releasing the flight that is deep within

me.

To know the richness of life as I kiss

against her, and taste the sweetness

that oozes forth.

It simply makes my hear long to draw

near to the mist of love that tugs at

these wings and chides gently “come,

come fly precious one.”

The Mist of Love I Draw Near




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