Bless the chains that have bound you, the way that the caterpillar in gratitude receives the shelter of his chrysalis. In incubation have we lain, awaiting our entry into the majestic presence of the One Life.
Like the butterfly that takes flight upon the wind and spreads its wings in the rays of the sun, remember not your confinement with regret. It has been the womb of your birth into incorruptibility.
No more shall you see your reflection upon its walls, nor gaze upon the distorted image of your old identity. For that which you have become, cannot be defined by the limited reference point of your old, Earth-bound existence. No more do you slumber within the cocoon of half-forgotten dreams. You have merged with the dance of abandon of the grass in the wind, your being spread upon the breath of the wind. The child and the parent of the One Life are you.
