{"id":1866,"date":"2014-10-01T18:58:45","date_gmt":"2014-10-02T02:58:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/?p=1866"},"modified":"2014-10-01T18:58:45","modified_gmt":"2014-10-02T02:58:45","slug":"the-bright-elusive-butterfly-of-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/?p=1866","title":{"rendered":"The Bright Elusive Butterfly of Love"},"content":{"rendered":"

In 1965 Bob Lind wrote a song of this title<\/a>. I always thought of this as a kind of poetic romance song, and it might be interpreted that way, but I heard it on my walk today as a hymn of Spirit to our mundane being:<\/p>\n

You might wake up some mornin’
\nTo the sound of something moving past your window in the wind;
\nAnd if you’re quick enough to rise
\nYou’ll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone’s fading shadow.
\nOut on the new horizon,
\nYou may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings;
\nAnd if the sleep has left your ears
\nYou might hear footsteps running through an open meadow.
\n(Chorus:)
\nDon’t be concerned, it will not harm you.
\nIt’s only me pursuing somethin’ I’m not sure of.
\nAcross my dreams with nets of wonder,
\nI chase the bright elusive butterfly of love.<\/p>\n

You might have heard my footsteps
\nEcho softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind.
\nI might have even called your name
\nAs I ran searching after something to believe in.
\nYou might have seen me runnin’
\nThrough the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behind;
\nIf you remember something there
\nThat glided past you followed close by heavy breathin’.
\nChorus<\/p>\n

I first heard this many years ago and the poetry was vaguely intriguing. Listening to it again, at age 77, living with a wonderful woman and deeply in love, I heard it anew as a whisper of the Becoming Everything<\/em> personified, or one of my guardian angels and her intention. The bright elusive butterfly of love, as I think of it now, is the force of spirit trying to civilize humanity on its way from brute to something more noble.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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