when
i
break
free
from
the
monarch
butterfly cacoon
then
i
become
the
metamorphosis
of
myself
to
complete
the
spiritual journey

even
though
your
words
a
fresh
burst
of
light
that
come what may
sometimes
your
uncanny
words
get
in
the
way

even
though
my
skin
is
attached
to
these
bones
inside
this
silent­ room
i
am
alone

if
only
the
banana yellow wings
of
the
cuckatoo bird
knew
how
to sing
oh
what
sweet joy
it
would bring
the
wild
lovers
mating
in
the spring

falling
downward
from
the
edge
of
indian white clouds
the
redtail hawk
navigating
with
wings and tail
then
catapults
downward
through
the
stiff wind
hurling
straight down
like a
guided rocketship
while
activating
her
extended
stiff razor sharp
claws
i
am still sure
only
to
capture
the
exposed
pray
while
diving from the cloud

love
carries
the
echos
from
the
heart
thus
the
beauty
of
the
worl­d
heirs
of
the stars
bring
the
echos
from
the heart

a
very long
time
ago
mama
said
"Boy don't you know
that
the
blood is thicker
than
the
muddy waters
but
don't
let
your
left hand know
what
the
right-hand
is doing
and
everything
will be ok
now
bring mama
her
bedroom slippers boy"
and
you
can't fool mama