If you could sit where I sit
You’d see your brothers and sisters anew
Appearing like catepillars inching along
The butterfly waits to sing its song.
The clouds drop pearls of cleansing rain
The mother cocoons her child in pain
Some birds fly high into the sky
Some birds land and prepare to die
In all the change of seasons you’d see
Divine delight and rays of sunshine
Life in death, joy in pain
Clear skies through storms
That’s nature’s game.
If you could sit where I sit
You’d see your beauty
You’d see your grace
You’d see your courage
Despite a scared face
Feel yourself on the edge of a cliff
The world is waiting
Silently
Grow and die and grow some more
Shed your skin – prepare to soar.
– KK