“Weep not, sweet queen; for trickling tears are vain”
Henry IV - Part One
Act II, scene iv
Moma butterfly is not consumed by conceited craving so dearly coveted by the rest of us. Her unfettered feast flutters only to awaken the best in us.
Moma butterfly’s flight has been ever supple strong, never brittle hard, her world could never be consumed by the coaxing flames of greed. Today, she has unclipped her wings, broken free of the unfinished symphony she cast so carefully to tame the toxic breed.
Seeds sown devoid of pride will take roots in her stride. Her passage to her next feast will be as turbulent and yet as certain as the morning tide. Moma butterfly knows only how to fly with titan heart, healing eyes and arms open wide.
“There is difference between a grub and a butterfly;
yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown
from man to dragon: he has wings; he's more than a
creeping thing”
Coriolanus
Act 1, Scene iii
Recent Comments