a fat green caterpillar spinning silken dressing room <br />had sewn itself alone within, and disappeared from sight. <br />her liquified constituents to brew for many moons <br />'ere coalescing into future creature of delight. <br /> <br />nor missing former worm she was for what she would beome, <br />but happily did nap while Nature worked the mystery; <br />a charm of making. and when she awakened later on, <br />the metamorphosis proposed some other destiny. <br /> <br />a likely paradigm for time we dwell in matter worlds, <br />pursuing greeds of selfish need 'til ego has fulfilled <br />it's lesser destination. yet before our wings unfurl, <br />the essence of the lessons learned are patiently distilled. <br /> <br />beginning unto end each thought and word or deed we've done <br />is spinning a cocoon that will decide who we become.<br /><br />moon batchelder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-for-a-moth/
