Transmutation
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In a wave like motion, we began moving across the leaf.
We had travelled here together, hundreds in the belief,
That our lives would be safer after ten days of pupation.
We won’t be so tasty to birds once we go through transmutation.
Now we must each build a chrysalis, is our deed.
My six eyes focused on the leaf, for a while my last feed.
This will be the last time I molt my skin before I transform.
Inside my chrysalis I will change from a caterpillar to a higher form.
Finally the day of awakening our metamorphoses has related it essence.
I am free shorn of my ego-prison. I taste the deep air of omnipresence
The thraldom of being trapped in a caterpillar’s form
Emerging a beautiful butterfly, see my wings perform.
To realise I am an adult butterfly I feel quite torn.
An amazing transmutation I feel that I am reborn
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