Fearful Cocoon of Ego
Monarch butterfly floats
Flower to flower, over trees
Around leafy branches, between grass blades.
With feet on solid earth I watch afraid
I will never know gliding on the breeze.
But what if I devote
Time spent fearing to a mindful crusade
Each heartache a flower, I see
The plight as antidote.
In lieu of fear promote
Discomforts as a force esprit
All feelings as weightless escapade.
“Although we have the potential to experience the freedom of a butterfly, we mysteriously prefer the small and fearful cocoon of ego.”