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How is it . . .
I would know that I was in a cocoon?
How is it I would know . . .
that I was transforming in every moment?
 Would I not isolate myself from the
world . . .
attaching myself to a rigid, safe position
and wrap myself in a thick wall of protection?
Inversions I, detail
And how is it . . .
that I would come to recognize
I was the life force hidden within?
 Life
Force, detail
Might I not perceive myself . . .
as the very cocoon which wraps my morphing essence?
Might I not try to speak . . .
and be frustrated that no one hears me?
Might I not try to get attention . . .
stamping my feet and screaming, in my futile efforts to be recognized?
Might I not grow angry and resentful . . .
and try to fight my way out of my mute position in the world?
Might I not sink to the depths of despair . . .
in the darkness of my now very thick shell, as my call for recognition
goes un-noticed for the last time?
And would I not grow silent in my resignation . .
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and accept my simple existence in the world?
Then . . .
How is it I would know that my cocoon was cracking
open?
 Inversions I, detail
Would I not feel a draft of fresh air . . .
and try to pull my cocoon up tight to cover my nose?
Would I not be blinded my the bright light streaming
in above my head . . .
and wish I could turn my face into the pillow?
 Inversions I, detail
Yet . . .
Would I not be awakened anyway
by a new clarity and intensity of those chirping near my cocoon?
Would I not be startled . . .
by the feel of my bodyas I began to notice the expanse
and lightness which had replaced my dense, heavy form?
And would I not be stunned . . .
by my magnificent beauty as the last of my cocoon fell away?
 And
how could I think I would do anything else but fly . . .
as the light breeze lifted me from my perch!
Dream Dance, detail
And would I not innately trust . . .
that others I met on my journey were simply experiencing the same transformation
which I had just experienced for myself?
 Life
Force
Of Course, I would be certain
of my mission in this new life! How could I not turn and lend a hand?
. . . to assist another in whatever state of morphing
I might find them
. . . to recognize Your essence as another version of my own and call forth
the Divine gifts we are!
Next page: The Paintings: Mirror of my
Soul
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