My Soul is so Butter FLY!

 My soul is so Butter Fly!

 Flapping my wings, moving from one tiny space to another

sniffing, digging and dipping long enough to get

and give of my soul's song.

In my moments of being butter fly

I am free and fragile

No agenda, no plans, no expectations, just melting free

 My mind is with me 

dancing with its feet

carving its butterfly feat

In each space of my butter-flyness 

my mind fills its capacity

engages, absorbs and activates it,

then flaps its wings and dashes off

into the fullness of another space.

In between angelic flights and earth arrivals 

my heart flips the tracks of its soul's jukebox

skipped beats, flat notes, bees waxed floors

they all have a butterfly effect on me

I land my big blue & gray butterfly eyes

on the leaf of a facebook flower

a variety of those abound,

with home page wide open

I hear green soundless echos

 

Calling me to the wall

  to tap dance on its fertile grounds

squirts of admiration

blended with inspiration

wet my wings and light

my creative heart

 in the glow of their page

sexually pollinated, sensually nurtured, spiritually quenched 

 I break out of my cocoon 

into the orgasmic fullness that drips

beyond the valley that rests

at the origin of my 

soft, supple, velvety, moistened,

pink & red butterfly wings

in new form... I rise

from the earth between my thighs

 Copyright  Surya Devi 2011