The magic of darkness.

Yesterday, I woke up a caterpillar.

Lazily slugging along

through the autumn leaves.

Nibbling and grazing,

Plumping and lengthening.

 

Accustomed to life on earth,

Contented and ever looking forward

To what met me next

On that damp, solid ground.

 

Then, the time

And instinct came.

“Rise higher.”

So I climbed the tree,

Created a new home for myself

Until I was surrounded in that silken,

Darkened womb.

 

Topsy-turvy,

Upside down.

Suspended in mystery.

 

Then came time,

Instinctively,

To digest myself

In that magical soup.

Upside down,

All my experiences

Encased in silk

Breaking down and reforming

While the world steadily turned around me,

I patiently waited within myself

To see how I

Reformed.

 

And instinctively,

I emerged –

My old home no longer fit.

Suffocated –

I broke out.

Still emerging,

The world still turning around me,

Urging

“Go higher.”

Shaking off these new things –

Wings.

I’m beckoned

“Fly.”

And so, I do.

 

And when it’s time,

You, too, will know

Instinctively

That it’s time to grow

Encased within yourself

All that you’ve consumed.

Marinating,

Breaking down,

Reforming.

In that magical, mystical

Darkness.

Until you’re beckoned

To the light

When your old home

Is outgrown.

 

You, too, will fly

Into that same sky,

Occasionally noticing

A little something

Slugging along, lazing along

Down below.

Satisfied with solid ground

Lazing along the dirt

And nibbling leaves

Not yet knowing the nectar

Of the beautiful flowers and that blissful freedom

That awaits you

In your new home

In the sky.

 

The magic of darkness. – BEM