The world is being broken open, and you may break with it, like a chrysalis.
This is one way we heal–breaking down whatever separates us from the whole.
So rupture the cocoon of factory-mind, emerge resplendently winged.
Take flight, by submitting to all that lies beyond this sugared shell spun like a spell around your constricted body.
Like you, your child wasn’t born to consume or brag at how she succeeds at life.
She came here to fly and feed on nectar–whether the winds fan a breeze or blow a darkened storm–so that the world can flower.