posted on May, 8 2016 @ 12:04 AM
a reply to: Kashai
Depends on ones progress... hard to discern sometimes where someone is at, at other times like being in a horn factory.
Some could be the egg not yet hatched, some cound be the nymph still deep beneath the murky surface, some right at waters edge between worlds, some
right after the edge on the surface in the new world, some climbing further up, some just cresting the blossom, some sitting on top of the lotus
marveling at their irridescent wings mistaking themselves a butterfly, some recall the bite of the dragon and zoom off... settling where ever they
like a master of that entire domain soaring in freedom. Of course attachment occurs at all stages... when in contact with the very ground of being
could be grasped by fish or bird of appetite or even entranced thinking they are something they are not at the reflection of rays on their new wings
drying... until they finally detach from the entire chain of contact in realization they were a mighty dragonfly... then further... a drop of dew
hanging from a leaf, the very croak of a frog, the splash of a fish eating his or her old form.
Yet somehow people fear such a state of infinite being...