Days Too Short When primroses are out in Spring, And small, blue violets come between; When merry birds sing on boughs green, And rills, as soon as born, must sing; When butterflies will make side-leaps, As though escaped from Nature’s hand Ere perfect quite; and bees will stand Upon their heads in fragrant deeps; When…
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.
Get out of your cocoon
Take yourself lightly
Look for the sweetness in life
Take time to smell the flowers
“End of Winter” Did you notice that The days are getting longer And birds sing songs of love? I can’t wait for Spring To paint it all with colors, For butterflies & blooms! (and to say goodbye to Winter blues!!!) Amira Photo credit: Spring @ Pinterest “Fin del invierno” Te…
Shamanic series “Butterfly” Spiritual growth, grace, Transformation, tenderness, Beauty, transcendence… Teaches: -Connect (to) Higher Self -Embrace a new way of being -Let your spirit soar! (Also: trust in the power of faith -let go of past limitations or sorrows – get in touch with the Divine feminine –…
The morning splendour of sounds and sights,
is breathtaking, it is sheer delight.
The songbirds are chirping in the trees,
singing merrily with so much ease.
“Monarch Butterfly” Majestic, orange, black and white… Freely flies in the sky: A Monarch Butterfly! Amira “Mariposa Monarca” Majestuosa, naranja, negra y blanca … Vuela libre en el cielo Una mariposa Monarca! Amira This poem is dedicated to my dear friend Susan. Este poema está dedicado a mi querida amiga Susan
“Butterfly” Winged spirit, fly so high Joyful and free… A butterfly! Amira “Mariposa” Espíritu alado, vuela tan alto Alegre y libre … ¡Una mariposa! Amira This poem is dedicated to my mom remembering her birthday… Due to Her special affinity for butterflies, it’s a symbolic image for me, as she…
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours
My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I’m feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings, Degrades the dress I wear.
April came, all
filled with yellow flowers.
Oh! To be a flower
Nodding in the sun,
Bending, then upspringing
As the breezes run;