Hot, strong, sleepless
The wanting voice inside,
The cry of the hungry hole
Shakes the reflection
Of sky on the white quiet lake.

After years
Listening to that noise
One night
caterpillar dreamed
That she is dead…
The day after
the wanting
in her ended.

Monarch caterpillar
On the edge of the chasm
Fell into the cocoon,
Who could tell,
What took place inside the white cloak
Could be written in blood, or ink
Or invisible tears…
Yet,
Wanting stayed dead.

Caterpillar resembles
what no longer resemble caterpillar
Shall we say the name…
And let her through herself to the wind
Fly away from dark night
Away from the crying hole.

Monarch butterfly
With speed of light under her wings
Fly high
towards the eternal moon.

No longer resembles caterpillar
No longer hungry with desires…
Butterfly has won
and found her real life….

© Serena Devi, October 2010

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