METAMORPHOSES

Voracious velvet caterpillar turning fat,

stiffens into a chrysalis of Pharos’s gold

then when transformed and knowing,

bursts out to dance in butterfly sunshine

like twice-born human souls

who show us the way in rays of joy,

and the wild Kurumba child

who laughs and runs behind a bee*.

The mystery of transformation

calls for celebration---and veneration:

One construct of DNA becoming human,

to feel, witness, perhaps to know;

the other double spiral galaxy of incorporation

of no less significance in the sacred whole,

the Dream of Earth, and echoes of the universe,

all being and  becoming in a dance of light.

When we remember and honour our origins,

we dance again with butterflies,

enjoin the songs of stars in rapture,

and hear the stories of the stones

that ring so true in very bone and soul:

Light-beings all, twice-born, aware.

*The Honey Kurumba tribals of the Nilgiris, s.India

Michael W. Fox Feb. 2007