This journey of stairs and corridors -
Some transitions are work, and some - just Flow....
I see myself as a caterpillar,
A time-line of one Being's growth....
I see a lonely spirit,
Cut off by an Ego from Light.
I see a suffering butterfly
Mourning wings burned in the soul's dark night.
I see the wounded animal
Licking its wounds in a cave.
I see a shivering imago -
Now rebuilding and free of the cage.
And, finally, I get a vision -
A vision to which my heart sings:
A Perfect, Whole and Complete Butterfly
Freely spreading her wings.
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