We enter the Cocoon
Of the Great Mystery,
Knowing we will not survive it.
Even so, we cannot help ourselves.
Love
Has called us
Has called us
Into the womb
Pregnant with possibility
That is death
to our caterpillar self.
Trusting the impulse
that called us Here
We surrender fully to the Darkness
Saying yes
to the Silent
Formlessness
That is now All That Is,
Never imagining
That one day
We will emerge with a different
Orientation
To everything,
Taking to the air
With breathtaking Majesty,
Following the impulse
that is now our compass;
This Love that sets us free.
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