Saturday, January 06, 2018

The stuff of life

The "Goo" inside the cocoon, or egg~
THAT is the stuff of life.

Complex molecules and proteins,
Building an unseen structure...
Which will crawl, or walk, or fly- some day.

The goo is actually sacred.
Perhaps not holy, but sinless thus far.
A sticky, salty, slush which perpetuates life.
Including the eggs which the fox consumed~

Wriggling in my own cocoon-
Wet, slimy, and waiting. I wonder,
Will I have wings, or will I remain a worm?

Will I drink nectar, or will I digest the rot of the forest?
Both jobs are important and necessary.
Splendor is in the eye of the Beholder~
A Butterfly becomes such at the mid point of it's life...
Lovely to think of, isn't it?
Our years of marching on the ground, eating leaves, and gobbling up milkweed,
Next a time of retreat into a shell and then waiting.
We dissolve into the goo from which we came,
And emerge as a creature who gives life.
Only in it's winged form can a butterfly reproduce.
And the "Goo" is in her eggs :)

Becoming a butterfly is fine enough,
But I'd rather be a bird of prey-

(I was not holding the bird in this photo, but I did take the shot :)
A hawk, an Eagle, an owl...
Terror of the sky, AND the maker of a warm feathered nest.

My outer shell is hardening.
The goo dissipates as the structure inside is almost completed.
Breaking out is a struggle.
The "stuff of life" has made me who I am~

And staying put is not an option. Not if I intend to soar~

And I do.


X. Dell said...

I don't mean this to sound like an insult, for it isn't, but bird of prey kinda suits you, don't you think?

As for me, I'm still in the gooey stage.

Skunkfeathers said...

I'm in the stage of decline ;) Your wings are still spreading ;)


Mayden' s Voyage said...

X~ my friend...I think you know me better than alot of people :) I can understand why you said you were still in the gooey stage, and yet you have done so very much- you've had 2 or 3 different lives already. Everything you do impresses me.

My dear skunk~ every cycle is important and your outlook on life is often a boost for me. So you might think you are in decline- but I see you often as the wind beneath the wings of another.
*hug* :)

darkfoam said...

Lovely post. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up .. a European Lark, maybe. Anyway, you are definitely a bird of prey.

MedicMike said...

Every soul starts out in goo