Category: Eve Moore Written by Eve Moore Views: 2048
- A Musing on Ascension -
Firstly, a caterpillar must gorge
its many-legged self, splitting its skin
many times to grow and grow before it is prompted
to raise its swollen length to a chosen branch, stem,
stalk, and spin itself into an unprecedentedly
marvelous time machine
we call a chrysalis
Perhaps, like it, we are in
the moment, at large,
of deep gorging and
For many, the inclination
to raise ourselves to the impulse
(in physics, a force acting—in a moment—
on a body to produce a change of momentum)
to cocoon within, to hew to the deep
beckon of our awakened, activated
imaginal cells, is well underway.
I’m imagining their blooming,
as I speak, these cells, like flowers
in a vast and punishing desert.
Like crystals bloom,
like new moon stars,
like clouds into
Like a big idea arises
from the tiniest seed, whiff,
peripheral, the most
is a necessary, even unwelcome
step on the way to borne air,
this innate course
Cells that just appear
when the time is right,
when the host is sated,
when the one who has
crawled can crawl no
more, surrounded by
green dreams of
this unmaking to
remake, is not a
in its giant
takes to a
It is a ponder.
Photo credit: Arnold Edwards
Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.
This poem was submitted exclusively to CrystalWind.ca by Eve Moore.
ॐ Namasté - Blessings!
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