Getting out

Imagine being a caterpillar trying to crawl out of its coccoon before it's a butterfly. Imagine being a baby, pushing out of the womb. Imagine jumping from a plane, going through a door, coming out of a tunnel, digging out of a landslide, squeezing through a crack in the wall. Imagine climbing out of a deep sleep, swimming to the surface, becoming untied, springing from a cage. Imagine running from the dark interior into the outside. Imagine rising from the dead.

I do this every day, all day, in one way or another.