Parrot in the jungles of Honduras, shot with a 300mm telephoto lens.
Awakening on the branch of a tree
A huge forest surrounds all things
Ancient; based on size, breadth, and smell
Moist and dark, a penetrating aroma of antiquity is about
Existence is lost, sheltered from time
Passing moments slowly sprout into awareness.
Understanding and comprehension are held like a dark secret
Every door opened, exposes yet another door
All seeming the same in the end, back to the beginning
A maze eternally cursed to traveling, lost roads
But how can this forest exist within a desert?
It’s been so very long since water was tasted.
Washing the dead of winter into the new hope of life
While quenching knowledge that doesn’t exist
Like a river of insight, flowing
Into a giant lake of promise and ascension
Living for this dream and searching for this water
From a promise made long, long ago.
Occasionally other creatures are encountered
Crawling from branch to branch
Hovering like some life spirits, in principle
Closed and contained in hollow, guarded shells
Somehow pretending familiarity, yet hidden nonetheless
Evolving from unsolved riddles.
From slow vibrations to perceived movement
Almost life like, straining to emerge
Yet not sure of what’s ahead
With cracking and tearing, it happens!
This shell of gestation rips into reality
As the metamorphosis completes.
In one maddening moment, from the mind of the chrysalis
After all these years of soul searching silence.
A butterfly emerges and says, “I used to be just like you”
Pausing confusion ensues, and then
For a moment, locking minds merge as one
Exposing the process and its purposeful end.
A journey steeped in evolution, from eons unfolds
Infinity experienced within the breadth of a second.
Just as a thousand questions come to mind
Within the grasp of reality and juxtaposition
The butterfly takes flight and is quietly gone.
Will I pass another along the way?
OSI #127: Cocoon
This is my 100th post on OSI. Thank you all!
