The wings of the butterfly
are the wings of the Goddess
speckled by the tears of her devotees.
Everything is made in this way.
As the Goddess cries out, we are made.
As we cry to her, She is birthed into form.
We are the butterfly, ever fluttering back
to the nectar of Her heart.
Jai Ma! O Great Mother!
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
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