the caterpillar to mariposa

and so i came upon this small caterpillar hanging

onto a leaf seemingly drinking the dew from dusk.

this encounter comes while on my daily stroll

and so i stopped to observe its wanderings

without words spoken, knowing that soon it

would perform its metamorphic transcendence,

then surely if it partakes in such it can read my mind

i wonder if it knows that soon it will become this

butterfly with rainbow wings that flies, replacing the

cilia feet of a terrestrial?

In this transformation, will it remember its past task

of walking and climbing always in angst of its

avian prey?

i ask in wondering~~~ when my incarnate shell doth

lay to rest, like the caterpillar to the ‘mariposa’, and my

spirit transcends, will i remember the love, the pain

of the mundane?

being in perpetuity

when i dream or even when i ponder

about life and its short-lived path, it is

no longer fear that binds me but am

filled with delight that my spirit will live

in perpetuity, if by chance, the notion of

the omnipresent and omniscient is true and

the breath of my soul will reside in eternity

so this delight i feed with the morning’s sun

and the twinkle of dew sprinkled on petals

and verdant grass while breezes blow leaves

on trees and as fauna awake to make hay in the

day, the rivers and oceans run riveted waves as

mountain tops tickle the clouds that dangle

from a powder blue sky

this shall sate my spirit, my being for who knows

maybe in our transcendent new realm we may

be given the freedom to create our own new

existence and thus i shall have in the pouch of

my soul all that i’ve consumed while in this world,

having dressed and created all that is me, my

immortality.

Love is immortal

when the subject of my Love is no longer present

having departed to its next transcendental realm

will my Love go with?

and then i will love again, share my heart and soul

with another thus will it be the same or does this

Love carry a different nature, a different spirit?

where does all this Love reside, where does it come

from and where does it exist, where all who wish

can share in it and give of it?

in the oracles of writ, it has been written that Love

is omnipresent, that Love may be the vibrations,

the intrinsic makeup, the nature of all that exists

and if this be so, then i have found, have drank

from the cup that never empties and if this be

true then my spirit will exist in immortality