The Silk Worm
I stood before a silk worm one day.
And that night my heart said to me,
“I can do things like that, I can spin skies,
I can be woven into love that can bring warmth to
I can be soft against a crying face,
I can be wings that lift, and I can travel on my
throughout the earth, my sacs filled with the
And I replied to my heart,
“Dear, can you really do all those things?”
And it just nodded “Yes” in silence.
So we began and will never cease.
The fertility cycle is a cycle entirely of living creatures passing again and again through birth, growth, maturity, death, and decay. Wendell Berry
Weekly Photo Challenge: Growth
Once a dream did weave a shade
O’er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.
Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangle spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:
‘Oh my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me.’
Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, ‘What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?
‘I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle’s hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home!’
“Nothing is secure but life, transition, the energizing spirit.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
Weekly Photo Challenge: Transition
“When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.” ― Dean Jackson
“Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.”
Pedro Calderon de la Barca
“Teaching a child not to step on a caterpillar is as valuable to the child as it is to the caterpillar.” Bradley Miller, activist (b. 1956)