Feel the catapillar's struggle.Last leaves eaten, flesh constricting, innards liquify. She moors herself with a gossamer hook under a sheltering leaf. Turning, twisting, she spins her shroud. With one last breath she tucks herself into her silken ship, and dissolves, dissolves. Eons, kalpas, Akashic time. Then it comes, sensed not felt felt not thought thought not seen A pulsation growing KAI HUI KAI HUI Feeding on old richness, Breathing new light he is impelled forward, Shoulders heave against the stiff sheath. Now breathing HUN YUAN LING TONG HUN YUAN LING TONG Faith alone guides him. He only knows to keep pulsing TONG Suddenly a new dream, now of flight, Unknown dimensions of joy. Now, look, high in the temple Amid the shafts of scarlet light and the dust motes Wings Donna Whitmarsh is an active participant in our Teacher Training Program
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