Eat yourself
Prepare your tomb
Crawl inside your little womb

Let it go and turn to mush
Tell the doubters now to hush

Eyes dividing
Wings for flying
Futures now are multiplying

Queen of discs, in time emerge
Stretching, risking, taking urge

Clear away the old debris
See and feel that you are free

Let the wind help you take flight
Hold on gently, not too tight

Look and see with different eyes
With the insight Now implies

Help yourself and love in turn
Not too close or you will burn

Remember when you blindly munched
Remember insides straining, hunched
Remember how you somehow knew
When bedding down was what to do

Faith forsaken, trust remained

Remember loss and all you gained

Let the forces still unseen
Draw you on to brighter green.

 

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Workshop: March 15, 2014 at Birdland; Mexico/Celebrating the Migration of the Butterflies

Prompt: Reading about the metamorphosis from caterpillar to butterfly that contained the wonderful terms “caterpillar soup” and “imaginal discs”, maybe same or similar to this: http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/caterpillar-butterfly-metamorphosis-explainer/

 

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