you cannot die if you never
live;
life weighed only by the intensity of
how you love.

and so as a flower sprouting, blooming, growing;
i too am
opening up.

you cannot truly grow if you
never allow for change;
the constant passing of time and seasons
metamorphing you to be free.

and so as the baby bird spreads his wings,
i too am
learning to fly.

you cannot completely live whole and full if
your pain cannot die;
and so as you let go and give up your fears
peace and fearlessness settles in.

and so as the butterfly bursts from its cocoon,
i too am
awakening.