The death of the caterpillar transforms it into the the butterfly

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?      Edgar Allan Poe

 

Death is a process of transformation where we metamorphasize just as does the caterpillar who changes into a butterfly. The caterpillar dies and arises as a beautiful winged creature no longer bound to the earthly plane by its substance.

The metamorphosis of death and life is continually going on inside of us. All of our cells are continually renewing themselves. Our bodies are constantly changing. Our thoughts are continually new. We are new people every moment. Just as we shed our old cells  and ideas to replace them with new ones, we  also shed our bodies.  Death is merely a change of perspective.

 

Millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.       Susan Ertz

 

We all come here to die ...

The accumulation of a lifetimes aspirations arriving...

Every pathway leading to the same destination.

 

Die happily and look forward to taking up a new and better form. Like the sun, only when you set in the west can you rise in the east.  Rumi

 

If you like Rumi's poetry on death and transformation, you can find his short poems on this subject at this link.

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