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Painted Lady Butterfly   Leave a comment

Painted Lady Butterfly — Image by kenne

Even More Than Hope: Painted Lady Butterflies

Like spirits, they will dart across our path
in drifts, and zig-zag past our cheeks and hands
just out of reach, and whirling toward a land
far north of us, by predetermined math.

It seems a miracle, winged migration—
almost as hard to fathom as moon flight.
What tiny compass guides them day and night
in rivers of raw determination?

Their journey symbolizes more than hope:
They breathe into each moment the belief
that happiness as real and bright as wings
is just ahead … and therefore we can cope,

and fill heavy hearts with newfound lightness,
and bathe a moment more in their brightness.

— Sally Sandler

Painted Lady Butterfly   2 comments

Painted Lady Butterffly — Image by kenne

 

A bright afternoon

no vultures circling

only butterflies 

landing briefly

as if to change 

the decision to land 

yellows and reds

muscling their way 

through leaves of green.

— kenne

A Beautiful Painted Lady   1 comment

Painted LadyA Beautiful Painted Lady — Image by kenne

Painted Lady,

elixir of

colors

true love of

flowers

under exquisite

skies

in the shadow of

mountains

remembering all

goodbyes.

— kenne

Painted Lady In A Universe Of Shapes   2 comments

Painted Lady-3219-KT-2 mixed art-72Painted Lady Butterfly — Mixed Art — kenne

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

— Rabindranath Tagore

Butterfly Photo-Artistry   1 comment

Butterfly-art-72.jpgPainter Lady — Photo-Artistry by kenne

This painted lady
Flying over the landscape
Found me attractive.

— kenne

 

No Time For Despair   1 comment

NogalesPainted Lady — Photo-Artistry by kenne

There is no time for despair,
no place for self-pity,
no need for silence,
no room for fear.

We speak,
we write,
we do language.

That is how civilizations heal.

— Toni Morrison

Painted Lady Butterfly — Photo-Artistry   2 comments

Aspen Draw August 2013Painted Lady Butterfly  — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Painted Lady Butterfly Collage   Leave a comment

Butterfly CollagePainted Lady Butterfly on Western Sneezeweed on The Lemmon Meadow Trail, Mount Lemmon, AZ. — Images by kenne

What I see at this moment
consists of reviewing
memories and expectations —
I am only partially
aware of the present.

— kenne

There’s More To The Picture Than Meets The Eye   Leave a comment

EPSON MFP imagePainted Lady Butterfly Grunge Art II by kenne

There’s More To The Picture Than Meets The Eye.

— kenne

 

Butterfly In Paradice   5 comments

Painted Lady-0439 Grunge Art II blogPainted Lady Butterfly on Mexican Bird of Paradise — Grunge Art by kenne

A lady at work
The cycle can be shorted
Pesticides can kill.

— kenne

Another Painted Lady   Leave a comment

NogalesAnother Painted Lady — Image by kenne

 

A Passing Butterfly   Leave a comment

Painted Lady-0414 blog IIPainted Lady Butterfly — Image by kenne

I gently rub
my beard
in deep thought
distracted only
by an occasional
butterfly
passing by
in the middle
of the day.

I savor
the moment
rubbing 
white whiskers
navigating through
mind droppings
reaching out
to catch 
a falling star.

The desert sky
bluer than the 
bluest of blues
a backdrop to
sun-scalded red
creating visuals
turning to words
honed by the soul
itching to be scratched.

— kenne

Butterfly Time Of Year   Leave a comment

Checkerspot-3219 Art blogPainted Lady — Image by kenne

The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough.

— Rabindranath Tagore

Painted Lady On Western Sneezeweed   Leave a comment

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Painted Lady-3221 blogPainted Lady On Western Sneezeweed — Image by kenne

In the meadow of the valley, 
Where wild flowers are roaming free.
There are multitudes of colors
And their backdrop forest greens.

— from The Meadow by Robert Edgar Burns

Painted Lady — Zen Art   Leave a comment

NogalesPainted Lady — Zen Art by kenne

“Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly,
fluttering hither and thither,
to all intents and purposes a butterfly.
I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly,
unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked,
and there I was, veritably myself again.
Now I do not know whether I was then
a man dreaming I was a butterfly,
or whether I am now a butterfly,
dreaming I am a man.”

— Zhuangzi

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