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II. Fall of the Caterpillar

by Rula Shin


Blooming child of metamorphosis
Searching every night her dreams
Sheds the skin of doubt through
Thoughtless revelation

Down surge the springs of bound souls
Breaking their colored falls upon
Expanding wings of sleepy caterpillars

As our sixth sense marches through
The collapsing house of cocoon
Passing once vital antique notions of life
WE emerge from within, merged
Dancing freely on the edge
Of false realities

As we learn to fly these wings
We share within one butterfly
Bleak horizons sing in praise
Parting sea and sky for sun

For golden are the waking eyes
Darting out of ancient dreams
And etched upon our fragile limbs
An ever-morphing light within

04/19/2005

Author's Note: Sequel to "Caterpillar Dreams"

Posted on 04/19/2005
Copyright © 2021 Rula Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Laura Doom on 04/19/05 at 10:16 PM

For once I'm not going to comment on semantics or pursue interpretation. I was hypnotised by the embracing crescendo of rhythm - mmm poetry :)
and 'thoughtless revelations' was a deliciously ambiguous initiation (couldn't resist :)

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/21/05 at 02:25 AM

Magnificent work Rula. Truly timeless. Nice to see you're back to your old self again. This is the kind of poetry that attracted me to you in the beginning. Namaste.

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/23/05 at 02:57 AM

Transformation means an endeavor to shed the false projections, a personality, created by the external. There’s an Old Russian saying-‘a hunch back can be straightened only in the tomb’. Yes, the caterpillar must die in order to transform into a new BEING. An ANT can only transform into a MAN, if it can DREAM LIKE A MAN and change its emotional attitude towards it self. This transformation demands a ruthless conscious hard work within to erase one’s own history, which the cater pillar does while in this transition. But when it emerges this cocoon, it is absolutely a new BEING, we know as butter fly, free of its past pleasures and pains, of greed, fear, associations and vanity (self-love). It is librated and it flies as never before. The most beautiful aspect of this beautiful piece is that this ‘Blooming child of metamorphosis Is ONE with yet another BEING, in its conscious endeavor in shedding ‘the skin of doubt through Thoughtless revelation’. There souls are bound; they dream one dream, expanding their wings in this transitional state of metamorphosis. ‘WE emerge’, I can see this stress on WE, ‘from within’ erasing their past, their past associations, their history, emerging as a new BEING from this ‘collapsing house of cocoon’, from this self created unreal world, propelled by the charge of LOVE, by this beautiful dream of BECOMING, ascending on this invisible evolutionary scale, discovering and growing. Yes, the caterpillar is metamorphosed but not the external. What a beautiful message you have weaved here and so subtle.Yes, we cannot change our external but we can transform from with in. And this new BEING shall dance on the ‘edge of false reality’. The transformed BEING has just begun its journey, learning to fly,‘darting out the ancient dreams’ ever awake in this ‘ever-morphing light within’ This seems to be a never ending sequel as the evolutionary heights are invisible. Fly boundless Rula Shin as high as you can with those golden wings Sky has neither boundaries nor any gravity.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/23/05 at 12:56 PM

this song enchants and persists in the cochlea of my soul.

Posted by Christina Bruno on 04/24/05 at 01:41 AM

inspirational, wonderful...excellent sequel ;)

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 04/27/05 at 12:01 PM

and from everything, another is born fresh and new... this is lush... real... tangible... blessings...

Posted by Jared Fladeland on 07/22/06 at 03:57 PM

You know, this just reminds me.. and this may sound odd at first. but I think the most I'm ever truly "awake" is when I'm on stage, or involved in an acting exercise with someone. The time when I REALLY see people is when I'm acting with them. I'm connected with them then. I try and use that as much as I can outside of acting, but then people get angry at me because I can see through many of their defense mechanisms because i'm really looking at them, and they don't like that, they want to be shielded from their feelings. and its sad. For some reason your poetry reminds me of acting (which, most people consider fake, but I consider the most real state of being one can achieve.. if doing it right)

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