The butterfly greeted the caterpillar, “Come let us fly”, warily the caterpillar replied, “Alas, I cannot fly, for I am a caterpillar”. “Hast a caterpillar wings”? The butterfly mocked. ”Of a truth you are no longer a caterpillar, but rather a butterfly. Come, let us fly…”
I know now why the Caged Bird Sings – Maya Angelou
One evening after a very heated argument with my daughter; anger in her eyes she turned to me and said, “Happiness comes from within, you create your own happiness. Get your shit together. You have to love yourself before you can possibly love anyone. Look at all your failed relationships; they didn’t last because you can’t even love yourself”!
After many tears in my room, it got me thinking, she was right. How could I possibly move on with my life if there was so much inner hate? I made a decision then; I would make a concerted effort to work on my life and my self-happiness. There were places I knew exactly where I needed to start.
Why not start the series at the beginning.
‘Syanibingelela wena umpi omkhulu’
We salute you great warrior.
Many battles, were fought by you
Many were the victories you came by
Yes, your greatest were the bar you crossed this last night.
The Layde Scarlett – A poem by Sir Peter James dotcom
Scarlet, fairest of all maidens, that I perchance have set eyes upon. Within whose breasts beats a heart of care and tenderness
Whose warm eyes have called out the cold sorrow from within my heart, to an embrace so inviting, that my fears were pulled from the flames of anger burning within me. Fears who knew their berthing in my innermost, since I were in my mother’s womb. Drawing my heart to a place of calm waters and shady trees. Where my soul was stilled and my heart filled with peace and joy; a place where sorrows’ no longer reign.
Now, it came to pass, that bold Knight, Sir Peter James, returned from his journey to the country of the dragons.
He was wont to see his maiden, the fair Layde Scarlet of all Albertinshire, to seek her hand in marriage.
On bended knee did he seek her approval to his bequest, “My Layde, I seek your hande in marriage, that I may satisfy the desires of my heart, even as I have sought all these years to give thee of my love”. The Knight did saye.
“Arise My Lord; my hand is thine, once I have sought approval of the Lord Albertin, my father”, saith The Layde Scarlett
Ode in honor of all those who war with demons of substance addiction to rescue their fellow humans, before these seek the solace of their own deaths.
Per chance, there was a day, when as I went, I espied, that there were a tailor’s shoppe along the way.
Surely, I cried, this is the place that I should seek, to have those changes to my attire that I wish to make.