Tag: love

  • 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