Saturday, August 17, 2013

Butterfly




Butterfly

milkweed
holds its’ secret
very well beneath its green
tapestry lies the silken white
treasure

first breath
caterpillar
emerges ready for the
bounty the milkweed holds in store
first bite

growing
day by day the
caterpillar prepares for
the journey yet to come when all
ends and

begins
the J forms a
gold chrysalis and the
metamorphous that brings stunning
rebirth

stirring
the struggle to
emerge and take to flight
the wings spread wide and butterfly
away                                                                                                                  



Jean Claude Chevalier  – 2013

Saturday, April 6, 2013

you being here changes things



All these people are doing something else right now because you here. 

The (ones) took your seat at school sat in a different seat, used a different locker, played with different friends, took a different date to the prom, went to different school, got a different job, lives in different house, drives a different car, has different thought, exudes different energies all because you are here. People have died who would not have died if you had not been born. People are living who would have died had you not been born. Emotions, joys, sorrows, pleasures and pain have been felted that would not have been felt. One human being touches everyone…everyone

" I am no good at being noble but it's pretty obvious that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill a beans in this world" Rick says to Illsa at the airport". Rick was wrong, the problems of  three little people matter in an infinite way.

By changing the elements of existence the reality of everyone in the world is altered. The problem to this reality is that it seems natural. Since it is reality, the participants in the reality are unaware that a separate reality would exist if that had happened or not happened. Because are all of lives are totally intertwined the importance of every single human life and the magic that that life can yield cannot be overemphasized

Throw a rock into a placid lake and ripples begin to fan out, a small distance at first but eventually the ripple touches the entire lake. The lake is different, it has been changed. So it is with every human life. As Clarence the angel in "Its a Wonderful Life "say's to the despondent George Bailey " every life touches so many other lives." One cannot look upon a flower without affecting the universe. What we do in life does echo in eternity.

every story has a beginning





BREATHE in deeply, exhale gently. You are the universe!!! You are part of an uninterrupted chain of events that dates to the dawn of the universe. This moment you are part of all that will come after. The essence that make up your physical being was present at that moment the chaos of star stuff came out of the stillness, the beginning.


You are a miracle, you are magical, the product of an unbroken progression of life that dates back to the origins of life on earth, further still to the dawn of existence. The elements of your physical being were elements present at the dawn of the universe. You are the universe, brethren to all things, to trees and mountains, to stars and water. You are star stuff.

You are critically important to the reality that we call life. The reality as we currently know it would be different without you, vastly different.

A white-hot inferno of volcanic activity lies twenty-two miles beneath your feet. The cool mantle named Earth protects all of us from a spectacular fiery demise. We are puffs of air, we live on a blue rock, a speck of dust still cooling from its explosive birth, orbiting a small star at the perimeter edge of an small galaxy, within the seemly limitless galaxies we call the universe. As vast as the universe is, you are a piece. You are the universe!!!..............

Timelessness in an elevator




a shiny
elevator
door is the sentinel
the door opens and the time journey
begins


the door
closes and time
is no more or no less
that which was outside has no place
in here


inside
the wooden panels
suspend time, within it's
yesterday, no last week, last month
last year 


within
all fades away,
no sense of the outside
remains while in this wondrous
closed realm


journey’s
end, where are we,
it is today or is not,
for a brief still moment we were
just being                                                                                                              

 “Jean Claude Chevalier”  2013