The Cracked Egg

What if we all came from simplicity?

What if our shared birth was a gift?

What if the shell needed to break

For all of us to come to real Life?

What if separation is a necessity?

What if distance is a blessing?

What if our usual sense of home

Must be destroyed to see the world?

What if we all are like new chicks

Freshly escaped from tightness,

Introduced to much infinite space

Way beyond everything imagined.

We had many dreams inside the egg

But we probably had no real idea

How that would feel to experience

The light, the vastness of the universe.

Inside the egg, there are boundaries,

The rigid protection from the outside,

So tight and so limited in perceptions

But so comfortably secure and safe.

The Life will always push to break,

The Nature will crack the limitations,

There is the movement of expansion

That will always force you to evolve.

There are endless layers of shells.

Get used to transformations, the new.

You are a very special kind of chick,

You live in many eggs, like Russian dolls.

Each time is a new cycle of rebirth,

The awakening to something wider.

The entire world transforms and grows

Every time you break the rigidity around.

Even after the cracking of your shell

You are still held in love and protected.

Somewhere further there are new limits

That give you care and support you need.

But even those will come to end one day,

Another layer of self-transcendence,

The destruction of our walls and prison

That introduces us fully naked to new whole.

It is impossible for you to be unprotected

Even in those vulnerable, fragile moments

When you breathe a fully new quality of air,

When the entire surroundings transform.

You might be confused by interconnections,

You might not like where you have emerged,

You might have dreamed of a shared reality

That was very different to which you came.

Some chicks would like to crack in the wild,

Some would like the artificial nursery lights,

Some will have the courage from the inside,

Others would need help to crack it for them.

And what about collective, shared eggs?

Can many chicks hide in the same one?

How do you coordinate the right moment

So everyone is ready to emerge together?

Imagine if you are the one to crack the egg,

Your brother chicks might be very upset.

They might have wished to stay a bit longer

In the cozy and suffocating self-protection.

You might have been ready and excited

To come to a world beyond your dreams,

But it is also possible that other chicks

Were still preferring the confined space.

You might have liberated them from prison,

Bringing them to a world they haven't seen,

But they might despise and even hate you

For breaking what they have considered home.

Should you have waited for them to be ready?

Should you have asked if they want to be born?

Should you have remained in the shared prison

Just to keep your brothers in a clever illusion?

How do you know the precision of the instant,

The exact right moment of the cruel betrayal?

How do you sense when the egg must crack

Even if this means some would not be happy?

Some beings would like to remain in a prison.

Why would they want to get out in the wilderness

If inside the comfortable egg, they have it all?

But once outside they need to look and fight for it.

The freedom comes with a very clever gift,

The radical complexification of our situation.

You don't have the shell anymore to restrict,

But, then, you also don't have any food around.

You need to relearn how to live by yourself,

To exist in the wild with more exotic creatures,

To be able to escape from the hungry wolves

If you want to continue to survive after cracking.

The prison of the shell was like a nice mother

Protecting, nurturing and hiding you in her care,

But once you are out, the dependence is over.

Now you must learn the real interdependence.

Outside the egg, it is more complicated.

You learn how nature is a bit more bitchy.

She doesn't just give like Mother Teresa,

She also takes something in return from you.

You learn the laws of raw interconnections,

How everything is woven into same whole.

You learn that evolution cannot birth you

If you resist to crack your outdated shell.

To see the world much bigger and wider

You need to be ready to open your eyes,

Have enough courage to break limitations,

Enough willingness to meet the impossible.

You will never know what the world is like

Outside the shell that has never cracked.

The ultimate break of the space must happen

For you to discover what the next life is all about.

No matter how you go around, what you believe,

There is probably no single chicken in this world

Who would have preferred staying in the same egg

For as long as the entire eternity of its existence.

Everyone wants to evolve and grow,

Each one of us desires the protection,

But, all will end up cracking their shells

Just to taste the freedom of the unknown.

So, who are you in this world right now?

Are you still a pre-chick or a wild old chicken?

How much do you like your own prison still?

Are you ready to break the illusion?

Are you ready to pay the price of the comfort

To gain more freedom and emerge elsewhere?

Are you willing to sacrifice all your deep dreams

To see and experience reality outside, as it is?