Young nymphs hopped about on the lily pad, playing and having fun
Except for the nymph in our story, she sat apart in a party of one
Come join us! Called the others, but she looked the other way
She was busy trying to shed her skin, she had no time for play
By the time she’d reached ten cycles, she was miles ahead of the rest
She’d be first in her year to gain her wings, she’d prove that she was the best
Her focus was single-minded, no time for distraction or sport
When the teen nymphs called, come hang with us! No thank you was her retort
At the end of fourteen cycles, she had mastered the art of the shed
Bored by the brown of her current form, she longed for what lay ahead
For the vibrancy and the excitement, that came in the next stage of life
She would leave behind this stagnant pond, disdain for her peers run rife
The nymph hunkered down on the blade of grass, sensing her fate was close
It was time to evolve to the state of being that the nymph had longed for most
She shed her skin for the final time, her transcendence was unsurpassed
Emerging in colours of yellow and blue, she spread her wings at last
She hovered in all her glory, danced a display of beauty and grace
Victorious and triumphant, at last she had won the race
She looked down at the nymphs on the lily-pad, perplexed at their lack of concern
Why did they sit so content in their form when there were dragon wings to earn?
She alighted onto a nearby stem, soon joined by an elder now fading away
Why so forlorn, you have been reborn, is that not reason for joy today?
You have only five days, maybe sixty, to make the most of your wings now bestowed
I have been in this form for fifty-two days, I am close to the end of this road
Days? She exclaimed. I had years as a nymph, I’ve worked hard for this form without end
Missed the parties, the downtime, the long days of fun…I never even had a friend
A rookie mistake, said the old dragonfly, one I made at my first turn on earth
It’s tempting to focus on outcome, but journey is the true thing of worth
It is fate that has brought us together like this, your mission carries on from mine
There is joy to be found in each phase of life, there is awe in each moment of time
Spread word to our kind of all you have learned, now I must bid you goodbye
He flew from the stem and she never again crossed paths with the old dragonfly
But she took her mission to heart, newfound purpose burning strong and bright
She urged the nymphs to savour each form found upon their path to flight
She lived longer than any dragonfly, recorded in history
Her teachings passed down in ponds all around, a spiritual legacy
This post is a re-blog from September 2021 but the dragonfly’s have been stalking me lately, so much so that one caused me to shriek in surprise and duck hastily (and probably comically if anybody had been watching) when it flew out of my kitchen sink, buzzed straight past me and out of the open patio door.
When this happens I usually take note and look for the lesson the Universe is trying to teach me. On this occasion I feel I’m being reminded to slow down and be at peace with where I am now, trusting that growth is happening but enjoying the ride along the way.
What messages does nature send you?
Wow! So beautiful lines so touchy and emotional! Thanks for sharing 👌
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You’re more than welcome, glad you enjoyed it
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It’s my pleasure stay blessed👌🥰🥰
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Love the story within the story, a parable for our times – enjoy the moments.
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Thanks Paul, glad you enjoyed it 😊
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IF I was ever to get a tattoo, and this is probably not going to happen, I’d pick a dragonfly. I like them, I respect them, but do I want one on me forever?
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My exact same conundrum with tattoo’s Ally, never been able to commit to one for that reason (that and the fear of the pain 😂)
But if you ever did get one a dragonfly would indeed be lovely.
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Really enjoyed that Rae. I didn’t know about the life span of a dragonfly. Love the moral of the story, to slow down and enjoy the journey, which I find difficult to do. X
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I didn’t either until I started writing this poem and noticed a sign next to the pond in our village detailing the lifespan of a dragonfly, I must’ve walked past it for years without realising!
I think enjoying the journey is so hard for us to do, our minds do so love to live in the past or imagine the future, I too identify with the dragonfly in the story and often need to remind myself I can never be anywhere other than where I am! Xx
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Beautiful piece, I enjoyed reading this piece and for some reason it made me think of the legacy that we leave behind. I recently wrote a blog post on legacy as well, the power of where the legacy comes from is diverse, yet it comes from the same person, mind, and body. Yet we dig it out of ourselves in different places and find out motivation to leave a great legacy. It is amazing how the mind works and how our motivation to perform our crafts can bring that out of us by just seeing a little living creature called a dragonfly.
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So glad you enjoyed it Emma and thanks for your thoughtful comment, I look forward to reading your post on legacy.
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