The acorn, locked in its hard encasement,
Pushes down roots holding it fast,
To the dark dirt of the earth.
In blind effort it forges strong foundations.
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The caterpillar, ensnared in its chrysalis,
Constrained, contained, yet of its own making.
The guise of outer stillness belies the inner metamorphosis,
A deep surrender to the unknown to come.
The chick, locked inside its hard eggshell,
Dark, safe, secure and warm,
Outgrows the comfort of its entrapment.
The strength to break free wells up from within.
Urged on by the warm glow of the sun,
A vibrant green shoot pushes up into daylight.
Through resistance it finds its strength,
A journey of becoming a magnificent oak.
Stretching its wings against the wet chrysalis,
A startling azure blue butterfly takes flight.
A new lightness and grace to its being,
As it glides and flutters across the spring sky.
The soft tap of the chick on its shell,
Becomes more forceful, more pointed,
Until it bursts out of its former refuge,
With the courage to face a brand-new world.
Ready to leave the blind comfort of the known,
I learn to spar more playfully with my limitations,
As I challenge the very fabric of my conceptions,
And surrender ever deeper to each resistance.
I step out of the carnage of my own making,
And dance and twirl in the fields of creation,
Unfolding inwards to the wisdom, power and love of my Beloved,
I grow my wings and begin to soar.