In the Chrysalis
I’m in the chrysalis of change,
Hanging in the bardo
Between then and now,
My caterpillar parts
Of old patterns
Slowly dissolving
With the soothing salve
Of unconditional love.
Conditioned scarcity
And fear of being seen
Loosen their grip
On my throat and abdomen—
More space to breathe
And be.
Yet my wings
Aren’t fully formed
And I’ve forgotten
How to fly.
While my impatient parts
Want to speed up the process,
I know that the waiting
Is as important as the flying,
For one is impossible
Without the other
My body and being,
My humanity and divinity,
First need to reconcile
And remember:
They must work in tandem
To bring my authentic self
Into the manifest world