Cat Stevens - When Butterflies Leave Lyrics
When butterflies leave their silk palaces
The scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way
Like the toils of man
Those who work to tomorrow
Other Lyrics by Artist
- Cat Stevens - Seal Of The Prophets
- Cat Stevens - One Day At A Time
- Cat Stevens - Maybe There's A World
- Cat Stevens - Heaven / Where True Love Goes
- Cat Stevens - Midday (Avoid City After Dark)
- Cat Stevens - Tala 'Al Badru 'Alayna
- Cat Stevens - Your Mother
- Cat Stevens - Our Guide Is The Qur'an
- Cat Stevens - Sing Children Of The World
- Cat Stevens - Months In Islam (Extended)
- Cat Stevens - When Butterflies Leave
- Cat Stevens - In The End
- Cat Stevens - Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
- Cat Stevens - Tala 'Al Badru 'Alayna
- Cat Stevens - I Look, I See
- Cat Stevens - If You Ask Me
- Cat Stevens - The Wind
- Cat Stevens - There Is Peace
Rand Lyrics
- Willie Nelson - Broken Promises
- Willie Nelson - Building Heartaches
- Willie Nelson - Don't Say Love Or Nothing
- Willie Nelson - Everything But You
- Willie Nelson - Face Of A Fighter
- Willie Nelson - Farther Along
- Willie Nelson - He Sits At My Table
- Willie Nelson - How Great Thou Art
- Willie Nelson - How High The Moon
Cat Stevens When Butterflies Leave Comments
Beautiful thanks.
Butterflies emerge from a chrysalis, which is a hardened skin underneath the soft outer skin of the caterpillar. A butterfly emerging from a chrysalis would be leaving not a silk palace, but a golden prison, because the chrysalis looks like gold. The silkworm spins its cocoon around itself and is trapped in it. In the same way, the mind spins a cocoon made up of discrimination, which gives rise to attachment, which gives rise to desire: this cocoon is the ego. Thus, the mind entraps itself in a silk prison of its own making. "Things are not separate and distinct, Yet ignorance leads to attachment. To use the mind to bind the mind--Is this not the greatest mistake?" https://inscribedonthebelievingmind.wordpress.com/2018/07/20/23
Visions of butterflies flying free toward tomorrow dance before my eyes as I listen, their time is short yet their beauty ( the Dream ) is still alive. Beautiful Poem.
Wonderful words from a wonderful 2006 album .. An other cup