Out of the Chrysalis

Invisibly, a tiny being sleeps, wrapped in a soft gauze-like material, unaware of what it is to become.  Day after day, it seems to incubate alone in its tight, dark cocoon.  Once seeded there, it sleeps for a long time, long enough, until it outgrows its tight little sarcophagus-like cradle, hanging perilously in mid-air.  

Then, one day, unexpectedly, it seems to stir, moving just the littlest bit, until a tear opens the chrysalis that had been its home for as long as it has been. Suddenly, the sweet spring air rushes in, lifting it, holding it, carrying it aloft into even more fragrant fields, where it alights on languid lilies, sunbathing near the peonies and other colorful garden delights.  

Joy pulsates through its tiny wings.  It is alive and has discovered that everything else is alive. Life, in the wide expanse of light, sound, scent and movement are breath-taking, beyond anything it could have ever imagined back in its dark cocoon.

Is it possible that our lives here in our world are really like living in that chrysalis, in a tight, dark cocoon existence, moving around as shadows, dreaming that we're alive, when we're not.  We struggle, we extend our hearts and minds, we believe we are creators and we grow.  In fact, all our lives, we are growing.  At first we grow visibly, physically, and then we grow mentally and intellectually, struggle with relationships of all kinds - parents, siblings, family, friends, lovers, spouses, and children.  

At first we struggle from being alone to being part of a single union with our mother, then our family, growing and expanding into union with larger and larger groups and also  into a single significant intimate relationship.  As we search for our own identity, we almost immediately relinquish more of ourselves, more pieces of our life-less dense matter for the larger group, and with each expanding relationship we grow more divine in soul and spirit until one day we are no longer who we were.  We have become mature and are something wholly divine, less definable, less objectified, someone far more beautiful, complete, loving and loveable. 

We are finally ready to leave for our real world in the divine kingdom for which we had been preparing these many long years in the earthen chrysalis.  

We are ready to break through the final last shards of our dark cocoon that we once thought was life. Then, in a single magical moment, perfectly synchronized, a gust of light rushes in, bursting open the now stifling womb, lifting us up into the fragrant freedom of a life we couldn't have known existed.  In lightning speed, we fly out of our womb-tomb into real eternal life.

We thought we had grown old and died, we may have been afraid of death, but we had only lived in a physical earthly chrysalis for as long as we needed it, for as long as it took to mature our souls and spirits, to grow into a fullness of being. Then, when we were done, we burst out of our physical form to fly away into the real light, into eternal spring, where we live and breathe and exist in joy, peace and ecstatic blissful free abandon in an ineffable forever love state.  

We thought we had companions while we were in that physical cocoon we thought was life, yet now our companions delight in our presence, thrill at our glowing fire-fly beinghood.  We don't have to do anything to be loved by them.  We just are and they just are and all that is, is love. It is the air we breathe. 

As we take flight with our wings into this new life, we glance back, and for the first time, see how dull the struggle had been. Yet that struggle provided the very lessons we needed to develop the spiritual wings we would need to fly now.

Now, surprised and overjoyed at this twist of outcomes, we're off to explore the endlessness of this new life that stretches out before us, within us and among us.  There are no human words for such beauty.  It is spring.  It is always spring.  The flowers in our previous life were only a hint of what was to come. Like ambient ambassadors from the real world, they bloomed and radiated its truth, hinting at what lay ahead for all of us someday.  The colors of the new feeling are indescribable.  Only one word comes close.  It is a unifying, holy, enrapturing, gorgeous thing. It is love, a kind of angel-glue that holds us all together, each with his or her own color, yet all together as one, pulsing with a life we could never have imagined before. 

If we had one wish, one single wish, it would be to tell those back in the chrysalis, that they are only incubating. Their lives are lived as in a womb, preparing for the real life and not to sweat the small stuff - the job, the house, the kid's education, even what you are to do or wear or be, what career you should do, what good work you are to do.  None of it matters really, other than the opportunity it offers you to grow more in the ability to love. It is that ability to love that will lift you up out of your cocoon one day. 

Love put us here, and love will carry us away.  If we could remember this, we would not be so troubled by all the worries that are of absolutely no importance except to teach us to love.