What the caterpillar
calls the end of the world,
the master calls a butterfly.
The nearsighted caterpillar views
the world from a quarter inch off the ground,
beyond that it’s just a blurry mirage.
When the caterpillar cocoons and goes to goo,
it’s world does come to an end.
It chooses the end of that life story.
In a state of goo,
without the desperate clinging
to social contracts designed to
preserve the status quo,
transformation can happen.
But we must first enter the
cocoon of our inner world,
to allow the deeper truth of our
winged larger selves to emerge.
When you hold a caterpillar
on your hand, you feel the undulatig labor
of it’s whole body with each step forward.
It’s impossible to hold a butterfly
without destroying it.
You must allow it freedom
and simply offer gratitude if it alights.
So many of our social contracts
like the caterpillar
are laboriously maintaining
the only world we’ve known
clinging to survival.
Each of our inner butterfly selves,
are craving the freedom to
transform into our creative passionate selves.
Free to just be.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
November 24, 2011