A baby caterpillar doesn’t transform
into an adult caterpillar,
it simply grows into one
with all its baby-caterpillar characteristics –
shape, color, propensity to travel by land.
At some point it spins a cocoon.
A metaphor for meditation and stillness,
I envision the caterpillar going inside,
feeling its feelings,
asking for guidance to see all sides of itself,
pondering its place in the universe,
meditating on its highest purpose.
It declares the willingness to shed its former self,
all its thoughts and beliefs,
all things to which it has so desperately clung,
for the possibility of what it might become.