I am neither here nor there; not then or now. I am magically lost in a butterfly daydream. It is a world where time does not exist, and the scenery and landscape are anything that I dream it to be - because the land of the Butterfly Daydream comes from within the deepest part of me.
A butterfly can sit delicately on my fingertip at any given moment of time asking timidly for me to come and play. She flies around me, circling me, tickling my ear, performing a sweet dance in the air around me. It seems that much too often, I cannot always come in to play, sometimes I must send her away, but always with a promise that the dance will begin again soon.
Upon entrance into this fascinating land, all else around begins to fade and I become lost in the land of my solitary kingdom. The landscape begins to transform, and once again - I am neither here nor there; not then or now - I am flying, dancing, and singing - in the land of Butterfly Daydreams.
The song plays on and with each note from the violin, a Kaleidoscope of butterflies join the dance. No butterfly exactly the same, they come in varying sizes and colors, some dazzling brightly, others singly quietly in the background. Each of them, in the act of their creative dalliance, teach me to fly.
This image came to me on Sunday, as I was writing a poem called Hope's Angel, as the thoughts sparkled around me. This is the feeling that I get, the place that I go when I get lost in writing. It begins with one thought - one butterfly landing on the tip of my finger, and before I know it, I am lost in a world of ideas. Each butterfly, a thought, a word, an image - a true Kaleidoscope of ideas.
Every trip to my Butterfly Daydream does not have the same result - it may be simply words strung together, the beginning of a song, or it may be the dawning of a poem, story, or blog entry such as this - or it may not ever be seen outside my own journal. Whatever the result of my travels to this terrain within myself, it always - yes always - allows allows my soul to fly.
Although while in my beautiful kingdom, I know that you and I will not meet, I know that you too can get lost in your own majestic Butterfly Daydream. When your butterfly asks you to come in to play, I hope you fly, dance, and sing.
