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Metamorphosis
by Len Bourret
(Copyright 2005)

"Slip back in your rut, if you do not like taking the
small gamble. You can always return to Kansas,
Dorothy. But, I bet you don't.

Sometimes, the Land of Oz is a cool place to take
up residence."
-- Cynthia Hope Clark
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Yesterday I was a caterpillar,

drab and plain.

But, as of this dawn,

my radiant wings were born.

An embodiment of beauty,

an extension of virility,

a testament to life's fertility,

to birth and re-birth,

to the beauty of this earth.

I'm not just born.

I'm born again.

Transformed from a plain moth,

to the beauty of a butterfly.

Floating like a feather,

flying like a plane,

and soaring like an eagle,

I am a majestic monarch.

I am a free spirit,

longing to spread my wings and stretch,

to go as high,

to reach out as far

as my mobile wings will take me.

Broadening my horizons

and taking me to new perspectives,

thoughtful considering other views.

Seeing,

with a clear and focused vision,

the struggles of human experience,

when I allow myself to fly

to new heights and levels,

where others don't,

or won't,

dare to go.

Flying outside of my comfort zon,

whereever that might be

for my individual self

to places where I've never been,

seeing people like I've never seen them,

loking at situations a different way,

clear and focused.

That's not to say I'd like to live their life,

I have my own sense of self.

That's not to say I'd like to think their thoughts,

I have my own learning constructs.

That's not to say I'd like to verbalize their sayings,

I have my own voice.

That's not say I'd like to copycat their actions.

I have my own way of reacting or responding.

I cannot change others,

I can only change myself.

I am responsible for my own

thoughts, feelings, and behavior.

I choose to make decisions for myself.

But, I believe in 'live and let live'.

And, let others make decisions for themseves,

for each us have the right to choose.

Exploring,

going as fair,

and as high,

as we can go,

respecting our boundaries and limits,

and the boundaries and limits of others,

Enjoying adventure's stratosphere.

But, appreciating the high,

the low,

and in-between.

Striving to be focused and clear,

so the butterfly can be 'down to earth',

and grounded,

on an aerial landing strip.

'Oz', or fantasy's garden grandeose, may be a

great place to temporarily visit.

But, even a butterfly must eventually land.

getting tired of freefloating through the air.

Wing's arms can only fly just so far, and just so long.

No matter where the butterfly may roam,

hopefully, he or she may be able to say,

I love to fly,

I love to travel,

But, even a butterfly must have the flowers of nature,

life-sustaining roots,

and a place called 'home',

in the context of a joyful, loving, and peaceful setting

of one's personal eden's nurturing, refreshing, and regenerating streams,

singing and dancing in a gentle rain,

floating and flying on the land and in the sky,

from the sky into infinity.

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