The dragonfly
nectared as a bee from a nymphand from the watery cocoon to light
its elements altered, when it flew out to meet the space
that blows over its head.
As it sloughs off one life behind another
molting
reveals what suits the new stained glass wings, flying backward
from what's no more useful, even if it still carries
it as a memory
could never ever be that again. In the
afterlife thereafter
it sees
the world with new form and eyes
spending a lifetime
learning
rediscovering
reconsidering
that the now is more valuable than what was.
In the water and land culture crossed
it has learned to be at ease
on water
on earth
within itself
and with its other self.
It continues to probe into the significance of
prosperity, harmony, happiness
without ever neglecting
to touchstone the worth of its soul.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2026-01-26 at 01:01
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