Tag: Butterfly

The Illusion of Our Papered Shell.

They say a caterpillar doesn’t know it’s a butterfly until it breaks its shell and spreads its wings. And only upon grasping the delicacy of ‘sky’ does it realize it is now without limits.

As humans, are we not also the same? Effecting change in those few desperate moments, when in our breaking we are ultimately freed. And through the glistening radiance of this newfound light we discover an aspect of self never before realized.

Is it resilience? Or, a manifestation of the Divine?

With wings outstretched, we lift and transcend. And in our wake, a papered shell.

Reminding us that we are in constant transition; a shifting of consciousness from one to another. The ‘self’ that we knew, a mere illusion.

We are, yes – but, we also become.

In peace, my sweet friends…

Namaste ❣️

The Metamorphosis Into Glory.

I’ve always known this sense of belonging in my heart; not as one, nor two – but as a complete wholeness of all living beings.

Even as a young looking at a tree, I knew there was something far greater – something exceeding these divisions of label. I couldn’t see the world in terms of ‘us’ or ‘them’. Rather, I viewed this world in terms of energy – a symbiotic interbeing.

Though ironically, as I grew older – I felt the world around me change. Lines manifested and barriers grew where previously there were none. Was it human nature? An instinct to survive?

We are born malleable, and willing to explore those possibilities which presently escape explanation. But as with all things, we are not beyond change.

As time passes, the emotion of our experience constricts. We see the world not ‘as is’, but rather ‘as we perceive.’ And within that process, uncertainty further forces our disconnect. We become wary of that which we once so easily trusted. Our vision shifts, and we lose the filter of acceptance.

Yet, what has life consistently proven? That our experiences give as much as they take.

The caterpillar hardens its shell seeing only the journey. Is it faith, is it trust? In time, she’ll emerge newly transformed. And with wings, she’ll find her freedom again. She does not question, she simply flies – content with the metamorphosis of experience into glory.

A little something to consider, my friends…

In peace…

Namaste ❤

Upon These Papered Wings.

I watched a butterfly bask in the sunlight today; his heart oblivious to the troubles of ‘world’, and the flurried pace of ‘what might happen next.’

Instead, he simply stretched his wings – extending willingness to glory; and holding a space for hope and compassion.

He knows not the complexities of ‘moment’; rather simply the hint of wind upon wing.

As I sit, I can not help but to envy the ease by which he allows safe passage – for that which guides the heart’s encouragement.

Oh, little one – indeed.

“You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” (Rumi)

Oh, thank goodness for the grace imparted through this little one’s wings.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️