Our Spiritual Metamorphosis
In a world filled with sweet scents and blue sky,
Lives the gentle, uplifting butterfly,
Whose metamorphosis has this truth to teach:
Our aspirations are within our reach.
For this fluttering flyer of soaring worth
Was at one time a creature that crawled the earth.
When she climbed a plant and learned of the sky,
She looked down at the earth and wondered why
Her destiny was to live on the land.
Something inside her did not understand.
‘The sky is my home,’ every part of her felt
‘How could crawling be the lot I’ve been dealt?’
Keeping those thoughts safe, where they could be found,
She slowly descended back to the ground.
When she found the right plant on which to rest,
She brilliantly wove a cocoon for her nest.
Inside the chrysalis, she went to sleep
Tucked in with those thoughts that she wanted to keep…
…One sunny day, the cocoon came unsealed.
Magically, a butterfly was revealed.
Seeing this miracle with my own eyes;
Of caterpillars becoming butterflies,
Bring real hope of the possibility
Of total transformation of me!
Like the caterpillar that crawls the Earth,
We are destined for a divine rebirth.
(A Poem entiled: "Metamorphosis" on a website entitled "Metamorphosis: Poems to Inspire Transformation" - written by M. Butterflies Katz [http://www.veganpoet.com/])
I can recall how taken back I was, in my fourth grade science class, when I first became aware of this almost magical phenomena of an ugly, old caterpillar becoming a beautiful butterfly. Of course at that age I had a very hard time understanding the whole biological time-clock thing and more so a greater problem pronouncing the word by which this natural process was know: “metamorphosis.”
Miss Black had taken an old ten gallon fish tank that had a crack in the bottom and with the class’ assistance turned it into a wonderful display of natural beauty. As we went through the various steps of this project in the biological sciences there seemed very little I picked up of Miss Black’s hints of “metamorphosis.” Inside the tank we had placed a little potting soil, various grasses and plant life. Then the surprise: Miss Black introduced us to “Gloria” the caterpillar.
Gloria arrived in a small Tupperware container that Miss Black apparently had brought from her kitchen at home. On top was a piece of cheese cloth held in place by a large rubber band. Once she had removed this covering she gently reached into the container and brought out her little friend. She then invited each row to come forward to get a closer look.
“What an ugly caterpillar,” I thought to myself.
As I looked around the group that had accompanied me I could immediately tell they must have the same thought. A few of their faces were all scrunched up. Others had lifted their eye brows high on their foreheads. And one of the girls had actually covered her eyes with her hands.
After the entire class had had the opportunity to view Gloria’s somewhat horrific looks, Miss Black stepped over to the side table where the old fish tank turned natural habitat set. She then graciously placed Gloria on one of the broad leaves of a plant. Gloria seemed to like her new surroundings. She immediately began to crawl down the leaf and onto the stem and on to the grass below.