When at last the dead in me,
no longer useful, I set free;
discard the shell I know so well,
emerging slowly, cautiously.
Slowly, not without disdain,
embrace the sorrow, bitter pain
and wriggle free from that old me
so small, so simple, dull and plain.
Thus I emerge, wet, glistening
with dewy kiss of christening,
forget the past, soul free at last
and blink, now time is quickening.
Time to run,
time to fly,
hello to me,
to me goodbye.
Life the cycle,
the path, the way,
demands that we change in order to move forward.
Sometimes my progress is slow,
with nowhere to go.
Time to sit and shed.
All that I see and come to meet in nature is there for a reason. Messages and encouragement come in all shapes and sizes, and in all forms. When I saw my chameleon friend I realized I was seeing my own path for many years now. The outer skin, which was all that he knew and was his protection against the harsh world has now grown old, withered, and no longer suits who he is. Sometimes it is a slow process, but he sheds his old coat and emerges, damp and new-reborn. This is how I feel coming out of my dark days of transformation. It often feels as though the old me just won’t take its place in the dust, but clings to me tenaciously. He will use his mouth to peel away the remnants. So do I finish the process of transformation with my mouth, my words, my thought and my expression. If I encourage others, I am encouraging myself also. I love you all. Be your authentic selves always. You are becoming the you that shines throughout eternity…..
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