“Free like a Butterfly.
I emerge from the darken Skies and fly up to the brighten Stars.
I battle my wings of Dust and Magic. Spreading the seeds of Love Galactic.
All of myself cocooned to perfection. Letting me free to infinite liberation.
And whenever I set myself to the nearest flower. I drink up it’s sweet nectar and fly again as a gentle reminder.
That all is shared and all is cared.
All is paired and nothing compared.
Now I declare, that all Butterfly wings are made of Magic. And we shall spread them wide to pure authentic.”
~Marga Parvati Samadhi