and the wind will blow and you will drift guided by chance and an unseen Navigator like a ship on a raging sea or a butterfly caught in the wind
just don't close your eyes
the light may be too bright or too dim the crumbling ruins may fall hard beside and inside you
but don't be found holding tightly to the cocoon when the metamorphosis has long been completed.
--Daniel Irwin Tucker
I originally wrote this poem to relate on a very personal level. But I reposted it because I believe it is more pertinent than ever on every level of human existence in these troubled times.