Saturday, April 2, 2011

Day 2

1.
Zen
is appreciation of a caterpillar,
knowing his green, yellow and black rings
do not bind butterfly wings;
and those brown and black stripes are not telling tales
of winter days to come.
Can't he simply be brown-and-black beautiful?
Of all of us,
these little souls know the true meaning of rebirth,
making and unmaking themselves halfway through their life's amount.
Half a creature from beginning to end;
it is simple kindness to call them whole:
walking, waiting, or winged.

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