P1: Discovery – stages.

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stages.

Metamorphosis.

‘4-step process’ undermines the complexity;

Birth; Development; Transition; Freedom.

To attain freedom the butterfly must struggle and escape from the cocoon,

Eating through its bonds, for then only strength will emerge,

The fight gives the strength to fly.

Birth.

Miracle of life,

Rejoice for all,

Symbol of love,

A reflector of the past.

Development.

Sensing the tension in the world,

Questioning purpose,

Decision making,

Crucial to shape the future.

Transition. 

Working hard towards ambitions,

Integrating into society,

Natural selection pressures survival,

Some more fortunate than others,

Faced with the true colours of the world.

Freedom.

To live in peace,

Unhindered by societal expectations, 

Mentally matured,

Sense of self is established.

Connection.

pondering about the road not taken,

worrying about future failures,

Rejecting change,

Stunts growth.

If we do not let ourselves develop,

Purpose will never exist.

If we do not work hard our ambitions will never be reached.

If we cannot come to terms with ourselves we will never be free.

We must embrace our obstacles,

Befriend our struggles,

Turn our enemies into allies

And our hatred into love. 

For struggling feeds the surfacing of beauty;

without ugliness, charm loses meaning in the world.

Be a butterfly in a garden of moths.

-Aishi Nayar

P1: Discovery- lying on the brown dirt.

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lying on the brown dirt.

the feeling lingers,

not palpable

yet i feel it all over me.

my body consumed by its coldness,

its essence crawling on my skin,

slowly depriving me of my last breath,

i freeze.

suffocating.

blind. i yearn for light;

warmth.

He is calling me,

for He has given me wings.

i’m flying.

paradise at last.

my eyes capture every glimpse of this world,

i listen to the music of the birds chirping,

savouring every aspect,

i believe i am floating.

my vision is crumbled as His reign is upon me,

i beg for Him to put me down,

for i do not belong in His hands yet,

i am not His slave,

i am not a pawn.

He drops me.

falling,

searching for the brown dirt,

i land,

comfortably.

for my time has come to create

a path.

i am the writer of my own story.

-Aishi Nayar

P1: Discovery- overthinking.

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overthinking.

the process does not stop.

time passes by, yet my mind is

on the same path.

i begin to wander,

in the cold loft

astray, searching for an answer.

a dimmish light appears and i bolt, in hopes to acquire its’ warmth.

running infinitely,

coming to realization, what I had been chasing was nonexistent.

for, the cold had taken over.

the answer would not be found.

-Aishi Nayar