It is then my thoughts turn to the warrior butterfly— bodhisattva— who forsakes the firm ground for walking on air.
Such dramatic change does not come overnight but over a series of nights.
Each stage from ground to air is fraught with life ending possibilities. From the stillness of the larva, the caterpillar stirs to search for sustenance, consuming one leaf after another.
There is a reward for all this eating, and it is not rest but pupa spinning—a chrysalis—chamber of tissue, limbs, and organs that once crawled will one day fly.
We delight in the beauty of the butterfly,
but rarely admit the changes it has gone
through to achieve that beauty.
No new life emerges until the old is transformed.