If you watch a caterpillar
you might catch the moment
when the crawling stops.
Delicate membranes attach to a twig,
old skin is shed, pupal skin hardens.
The caterpillar chooses the food
the butterfly will need,
chooses the exact space
to later spread its wings.
Without the space,
the wings would never fly.
The chrysalis is essential.
It is the twilight zone,
a precarious world
between past and future.
The grub will not emerge
as a high class caterpillar.
Does it know
what will go on inside?
Does it prepare
for the winged beauty
that slowly and painfully emerges,
that will live by a new set of laws?
I am trusting the mystery of my life,
what is emerging,
what is dying,
I am willing to become
winged beauty.
Amen.
Note: I believe this is what my experience on Saturday was..."Tased with Love" -- Attaching myself to a limb, pupal skin hardening (the cast), the death into the dark, the flash of Light, the butterfly emerging. The pattern of the Christing...Crucifixion, Resurrection, Ascension -- embodied by our friend the caterpillar, our soul the butterfly!
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