🌺Chrysalis....🌺

🌺Chrysalis....🌺
there was a time when she was voraciously hungry,

anything that was in the way she would consume,
feed upon it,

this was not sensible,

because what one feeds upon,

becomes one,

a cliche;

with time,

the indiscriminate caterpillar learned to be selective;
A critical phase,

if not for that,

how would she fly on the appointed day?
when the time came she withdrew from the world into solitude, Chrysalis,

all things she fed on fermented inside her towards a cosmic distillation?
one day after dark and cold night,

longest of the year with the sun emerged the white butterfly;
a birth of flight with light surrounding;
some say it was not a birth at all but how the unborn is perceived through limited,

measurable mind...🌺