Pillipintu is the Qetchua word for butterfly. Having trained for many years in indigenous healing traditions, including Peruvian, I've developed a special fondness for Butterfly. She has no enemies. She lives from the sweetness of life. She struggles forth from her own coccoon, and must birth herself on her own. She transforms entirely into something new-within her own lifetime.
Butterfly then, is the pollen path. It is the path of beauty. It isn't a fierce warrior, true. But if we have done our work, we are living in light. Butterfly flies in the light. She has no reason to fear the dark. She has transcended the desire or need to battle. She lives in light.