If anyone desires a wish to come true they must first capture a butterfly and whisper that wish to it. As a butterfly can make no sound, the butterfly can not reveal the wish to anyone but the Great Spirit who hears and sees all. In gratitude for giving the beautiful butterfly freedom, the Great Spirit will always grant the wish. So, according to legend, by making a wish and giving the butterfly its freedom, the wish will be taken to the heavens to be granted.
All Native American Poetry Is Written In Honor Of My Cherokee Ancestors
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Art "Butterfly Maiden"
By Sharon George
Legend Of The Butterfly
By La Belle Rouge
He whispered to her of loneliness and unrest
His soul struggling long to unearth buried truth
In love with life, though life proved a cruel lover
Revelations of regrets, painful paths less traveled
where minds become infused with understanding
and spirits permeated with hard strength of steel
Little butterfly’s heart lay still in his open hand
captured only by her admiration for his greatness
As she flew free the Great Spirit who hears all
comprehended the heroic warrior’s perpetual wish
To dwell free in a peaceful place where love lives
Great reverence, belle, as always, for all God's creatures great and small. The butterfly wish should be granted every time.
Just recently, in a small friendly river town near a volcanic lake in north China I have been marvelling at the huge black 'swallow-tailed' butterflies I've been seeing in this unpolluted environment.
I lifted a dying one off the road onto the verge and laid him on a leaf, but no made no wish, just pitied its plight.
Even the moths are glorious here, all flying things except the mosquitoes. Could you love a mosquito? Not I!
Belle, you do this legend and love's compassion their due justice. The butterfly danced in my hand and the desire for love and peace moved me to another level of comprehension in such affairs of the mind and heart. May you too know the place where peace and love dwell eternally my friend. Jon Michael
This is a very nice legend, expressed in verses. It reminds me that the Bedouins in my town had similar rituals and my mom used them and she was always successful. Thank you for sharing. Love Emile
I love both the legend and your poetic remastering of the idea, Belle. When a delicate butterfly lands on me or a tiny moth scampers around my feet in the field, I feel blessed - as if they are both imparting and transferring some piece that is vital to my spirit and well-being. They are nature's healers for certain sure. They indeed carry the weight of souls and yet themselves fly so light... though, perhaps a little flimsily "drunken" - but no wonder with all that ballast on board! :)) Beautified with grace and perception as always, Darlin xx
At my sister in law's gravesite, I had hundreds of butterflies released, hoping to send wished for her eternal joy and peace. She was so in love with all things Native American.
Blessings,
Christine
My great great great grandmother was Cherokee
I think that makes me 1/32 (???)
So I found this very interesting and enjoyed it and glad you posted it
and will keep a personal copy of it.
Who Knows, we maybe related!!!
Belle, I loved this informative poem. You know me and the Native American culture..I did know of this legend, but forgot it..Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem and your spirit..
Loved both the story and intro...never heard this about the butterfly before and can't wait to share it with my granddaughters the next time we are in a garden and a butterfly lands close by.
fee
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
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Just recently, in a small friendly river town near a volcanic lake in north China I have been marvelling at the huge black 'swallow-tailed' butterflies I've been seeing in this unpolluted environment.
I lifted a dying one off the road onto the verge and laid him on a leaf, but no made no wish, just pitied its plight.
Even the moths are glorious here, all flying things except the mosquitoes. Could you love a mosquito? Not I!
best wishes,
David
Peace,
Dayvid
John
This is a very nice legend, expressed in verses. It reminds me that the Bedouins in my town had similar rituals and my mom used them and she was always successful. Thank you for sharing. Love Emile
Carole~
At my sister in law's gravesite, I had hundreds of butterflies released, hoping to send wished for her eternal joy and peace. She was so in love with all things Native American.
Blessings,
Christine
I think that makes me 1/32 (???)
So I found this very interesting and enjoyed it and glad you posted it
and will keep a personal copy of it.
Who Knows, we maybe related!!!
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
~W~
fee