Metamorphosis
In all her waiting to become
She did not realize
it had already begun.
Long ago, the fire ignited but produced no smoke.
So she did not see the blaze.
Through all her incessant doing
She was dismayed for she was not there yet.
The arrival at the perceived there was an illusion, you see.
For she arrived over and over again with each morning’s dew.
Awaiting in anticipation for her-
A cocoon
A haven where she finally found stillness
Day by day through the discomfort of becoming, she grew
The tearing apart in full vulnerability
Mercifully quick in her exposure
Becoming fully armored in her inevitable evolutionary state.
Always promised
Separated, for the first time fully, from the bustling world of doing;
peace was found in becoming.
She awoke one morning as if it were her first.
She shed her protective home to take her first flight of this form.
A new world awaiting to be explored.
A rebirth arrived in the darkness of surrender.
Finding herself in this most unlikely place which was inside all along.
It has begun and it is always occurring.
Open eyes anew each morning for it starts again.
Choose her for she is always waiting.
Look within for You are always there.
Grow and Blow and Die Back and Restore
Again and Again
As we all do.
Resistance to the flow brings unsurmountable suffering.
But to lie beneath the big blue expanse of her face,
We see the cycles repeat all around.
The growth in the release.
The acknowledgement of sameness within all apparent differences.
Th dedication to care instead of escape,
to be instead of do,
to hear instead of speak,
to see as one instead of apart.
Understanding, she’d already arrived and departed again.
The beautiful wave of change had washed her back out to see.
Afloat, the motion was so familiar.
Though, this time treading with a bit more ease.
Begin again every day if you will.
Choose anew for you and for all.
One to one hundred, a soul knows no bounds.
Continuing this cycle each day
A perceived new start
Finding her anywhere and everywhere along her way.