Bert the 8th day

This is Berts 8th day he has lain entombed on the dill weed plant in my kitchen.

It's becoming eerie and strange at the same time.  Bert is giving off a strange scent. An outdoorsy, forest, faint scent like the whiff of my next door  neighbour's wet dog that sits in the front yard fresh from the river.

I feel like I am on a highway with no merge. THIS what I learned from Bert today.My life has been a highway with no merge. I have been racing through my life like it is some kind of an opponent. When Bert becomes a butterfly I believe I will understand how to merge with life not run along side as if it is an other thing apart from myself. 

I know that when Bert emerges from  his final reincarnation so too will I and I am frightened and excited at the same time. What will I become?

 When I  reincarnate. As I stand here today, when I get another life, my life will change. I will remember my past life mostly because I'm a writer and tend to write everything down  but  will the butterfly remember the caterpillar?  Some people know of their past lives. So the butterfly might. I know I will. It is magic!

Bert has entombed himself in wood.  I believe he has mummified himself like the Egyptians, in his little Sarcophagus in my kichen on a dill weed plant. It feels like a mausoleum in there  and  my house the great pyramid.

If I disturb Bert now will he die? Is it possible that we may have disturbed the Egyptian mummies too soon? Had we not, would they have emerged a new creature? A creature with wings that can fly?  The caterpillar merging into the butterfly?

There is only one being I know that dies and gets wings. We call them angels. They are the merging lane between life and death.  

Am  I witnessing  the birthing of an angel?