of August, delicate, frivolous,
they make their way to my front porch
and flutter near the glassed-in bulb,
translucent as a thought suddenly
wondered aloud, illumining the air
that's thick with honeysuckle and dusk. - Jennifer O'Grady
Yesterday you found a giant, dying moth and carried it home...
"Why is it shaking?", you asked.
"It's trying to shake free of it's body", I replied.
"It's still now", he said, "it's soul just flew away...I think it waited for us because we are spiritual people".
“This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings
so love, love, love.” - Hafiz