Living In The Coccoon
I feel very much like a caterpillar;
crawling around, through life;
it seems much of my life was filler;
punctuated by sorrow and strife;
Life seemed an eternal competition;
striving, to be up to the test;
much of it became mere repetition;
competing to become the best.
Eventually there was no place to go;
the web of life would end soon;
even in death; our wisdom must grow;
the grave must become the womb.
A coccoon was the Master’s protection;
from which all life becomes new;
a metaphor of transforming into perfection;
granting life a different view.
Through it’s membrane; I still see life;
and yet I feel worlds apart;
no longer struggling within its strife;
growing a perfect heart.
The caterpillar is the picture of reality;
death’s coccoon; created to save;
reality; revealed as a kingdom of duality;
as the butterfly; life leaves the grave.
I feel very much like that caterpillar;
God didn’t create us to die;
tho it may seem this life is just filler;
it’s the place we learn to fly.
Monty 10/15/24. # 2,391