“Maybe one day you'll see me latched barkside to that tree, teasing my way out of the skin I'm in until I plunk into the dirt. Until I slither then fly. Shiny and high. Leaving only an effigy— a hollowed-out replica behind.” GrowthNatureDevelopmentTransformationNew BeginningsRenewalBeginningsSnakeInsectCicada Book:But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings Source: But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings
“And one day, these outsides will be left behind, cicada-like, as the contents rise and fly. You're certain to see more of me—that knobby tree, that wave, that wing.” LoveDeathNatureGoodbyeReincarnationRebirthImpermanence Book:But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings Source: But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings