as we are . . . i am a butterfly

as we are . . . i am a butterfly

let us cross the way

and with a stilled reverence

approach the gate

and quietly unlatch this keeper

of the treasures of man

remove your shoes

that we may not infect its virginal soil

with the world and it’s ways

as we step into the garden

we shall tiptoe in peace

leaving our footprints behind us

that Mother may acknowledge

and embrace our presence

with pictures of our Souls

pressed in memory

until the next rain

the flowers have not yet fully awakened

but their fragrance of love

does permeate the air we breathe

and we are enriched thusly so

let us walk the path

to where the fruits of life do grow

and we shall sit upon the dampness

of Mother’s verdant breast

as she prepares and offers unto us

her sweetest of fruits

we shall gorge our spirits with delights

unknown to the weary worldly traveler

but we shall tell of it

when we return and break bread

in communion

with those of our Brethren

who may have lost their way

with their permission,

perhaps the flowers will give

of them selves when they awaken

and allow us to line the path

with their soft demure petals

that others may too come and dine

in this glory of conscious love manifest

let us offer a prayer

let us breathe in the etehric scents of life

and become one with our selves

that we may be in-lightened

and glow

let the nectar of the Gods

drip from our sated lips

that all may see

that our passions have co-joined

with our walk

and our way

let smiles adorn the faces

of we the children of creation

as it was intended

let us dance

without inhibition

for we care not who may be watching

for shame and the vice of “self”

cloaks our expression not

let us embrace

our selves

and each other

as does the Bride and the Groom

for the first time

that leads onward to an eternity

let us look upon our face

in that of each other

and see that we are truly

One energy

One Love

One Spirit

One Expression of all things

Let us simply ‘Be’

the Joy we vie for

let us Die this day

and pick up the life

we have denied

in our blindness

and mindless ways

let us come unto life

as life

for we are life

unto its self

yes we are

that which we speak

let us speak

of abundance

that with fills the cups

of us mortal men

and remove the glazed haze

from our eyes

that we realize

our sovereignty

speak of

good and holy things

with words that reach back

to our past dark ways

and illusions

and give to our memory

this day

yes,

this day

when we see our selves

as we are

i am a butterfly

© 25 September 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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