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caterpillar on leaf

Butterfly on leaf

Green skinned Red eyed tree frog

Burrowing Owl

This was to have been a poem about a flower, but the flower changed her mind….

A Metamorphis once in time

I was sitting feeling quite alone, though I knew I wasn’t….The breeze blew gently all around me, moved me it seemed. I could hear old owl in the tall majestic trees..

The trees are quiet tonight I thought,

 

And with that thought…..I Sensed….I felt…..

Suns first morning rays, the snow did melt…

 

And as the rays moved in me, slowly I began to see……

 

 

What joy, what joy, as day unfolds and releases again my immortal soul…

We dance and sing as we feel within, the light now bright, pouring forth so I’m told as we all explode into the manifold.

A glorious blazing, dancing orchestra of light and love and colour, all playing with each other in the moving wind of time that flows and moves, moves and flows to the pale and cool effervescent moon……


I feel myself shimmer as I awaken to the graceful slow unfoldment of my limbs and senses.


I stretch and rise…unfurl and wise, ..yes wise..,I take my time…my time…I let it be…


Surely after all it is she unfurling me…………….


And as the light fills my veins…takes away the aching pains, of stillness and rigidity…


I feel the warmth of the sun arise in me…


I burst I sing…I join in Unison…with the Cock, the Crow, the mistletoe….


I am now awakened by the light…about to take my maiden flight…..


The fields of flowers seem to still…held all in one bright daffodil


I am the master of all time gone by…..


You knew me once as the caterpillar….


Now I am the butterfly….

>George Stidwolf Jan 2005