Wednesday, August 29, 2007

The Deep Down Desire of A Butterfly

The process of metamorphosis can be scary, I imagine. I think about caterpillars, in their snuggly gossamer beds, only knowing what they know. It must feel so safe to be there, in that place where nothing ever changes: just the same lull of wind pressing against the soft cocoon. Then, out of nowhere, god knocks on the door and says "out, out you go!" Down the bark, down to the world, getting your wings...I wonder about that first flight...does it hurt? I bet it does. And deep down inside that tiny, winged soul is a dream of white, soft, simple beds that nestle in trees.

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