I feel as though I find myself in some garden. And I found myself a beautiful butterfly.
It flies around me fluttering back and forth as if to play with me. It lands on my finger and shows me its beautiful wings. As if to smile at me and grace me with its beauty. It picks up its wings to flutter again and lands in my hair. As if to compliment me on how beautiful it thinks I am too. How wonderful it is to find such a beautiful friend, one you make happy and they make you happy too. If Im lost in the garden I can trust this butterfly to lead the way. If the butterfly is stuck anywhere, it can trust I can help it out of that bind.
Then one day I touch its wing, because it is so pretty, but instead this hurts it. Almost injures it. And it looks at me as to say Why are you hurting me? And I say I am not. I see it struggle to get proper footing because it is hurt, so I try to hold it to help. Again it is injured. I didnt mean to hurt it. It looks at me as if I have become an enemy and tries to fly away but stumbles. I try to help it up and it feels I am trying to trap it. Every move I make makes things worse. I no longer know what to do. I cannot change its mind on how it views me.
And all I did was want to care for it, enjoy its friendship and make it happy, share our happiness.
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