The Story of the Caterpillar and the Serpent: A Poem of Struggle and Freedom
The Caterpillar and the Serpent
The caterpillar crawled along the crooked branch and ate of a green leaf.
The serpent slithered nearby and cunningly spoke against the little one's belief.
You think that YOU could be a butterfly? Not all caterpillars make it you know. You'll never form a cocoon in time—you're moving much too slow!
The caterpillar imagined tasting of the nectar in a beautiful flower,
As he tried to ignore the words that he heard, lest he give them more power.
Even if you manage to spin that cocoon, do you know what will happen inside?
You'll fall apart—you'll turn to mush—you come undone and lose your pride.
The caterpillar shuddered at the thought of such darkness, where no light could come in and shine.
But he remembered the flight of the butterfly and the beauty of her design.
Even if you make it through falling apart, you'll be so weak that you won't make it out!
No one will be there to help you break through your cocoon, but I'll help you if to me you will shout.
The caterpillar wove his cocoon and in darkness he sat while he waited.
He felt tired and sore and uncomfortable and was tempted to become frustrated.
See, you are all alone. Nobody cares but me.
Come out, dear caterpillar, come out. And with you I will share this grand tree.
The caterpillar felt as if he was coming undone—a sting of rejection bit at his heart…
Had he been foolish to believe he could change? And then he began to fall apart…
Just as the darkness was at its brightest, and the caterpillar was at its slightest…
A new creation was born and there was a weaving together of new where old pieces had been torn…
Let me cut a hole in your cocoon—I'll help you to make it out, pain-free and with ease!
Don't try to squeeze out on your own, that would be foolish, the snake teased.
But the little one knew he was not to accept help from this foe.
He knew there was a gift is this struggle of old.
I'll eat you when you come out—for I am bigger than you!
You better stay in there or your life will be through, the serpent spewed.
The Butterfly and The Light
As the little one squeezed through the cocoon, the water was squeezed out of his wings.
He emerged into the light, and prepared to take flight, and was not intimidated by such foolish things.
You are a caterpillar—you cannot fly!
Come down right now or you'll fall and you'll die!
Be quiet and speak no more, you foul creature who lies.
You may be bigger than I, but on that branch you must stay, for it is I who freely flies.
You are only a caterpillar, sooner or later you will fall.
And guess who will be here to catch you? I'll impede even your pathetic crawl.
I am not a caterpillar, for if I was, the liar would be right.
I am a butterfly, destined for beauty and to soar to a heavenly height!
In the darkness of the cocoon, I encountered the transforming light.
In the struggle of my exit, I developed the strength for flight.
And I will behold a beauty that will never rest in your sight.
For I will fly forever into the sunshine, while you will be confined to that cursed branch, into an endless night.
And with that the butterfly flew away and never, ever looked back.
For he knew who he was and where he was going and never again, by the snake, was attacked.