A moth chanced to land
Upon my hand,
With stardust wings
And antennae of moonlight.
The feather-soft touch
Upon my skin,
Made me aware
Of its delicate flight.
If you touch the wings,
It will kill the moth,
The dust is fragile
And helps them fly.
‘Tis the dust of knowledge,
In eternity’s path,
And to all of us,
The chance of this knowledge
Slips by.
Grasp what wisdom you will
When you can.
But remember that knowing
Cannot be undone.
Enlightenment comes,
Like a moth on the hand:
When you least expect it,
Then, in a moment
It’s gone.
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2007
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Regarding the blog name, Dragon’s Dreams ~ The name comes from my love-affairs with both Dragons and Dreams (capital Ds). It’s another extension of who I am, a facet for expression; a place and way to reach other like-minded, creative individuals. I post poetry and images that fascinate or move me, because that’s my favorite way to view the world. I post about things important to me and the world in which we live, try to champion extra important political, societal and environmental issues, etc. Sometimes I wax philosophical, because it’s also a place where I always seem to learn about myself, too, by interacting with some of the brightest minds, souls and hearts out there. It’s all about ‘connection(s)’ and I don’t mean “net-working” with people for personal gain, but rather, the expansion of the 4 L’s: Light, Love, Laughter, Learning.
~ Dragon's Dreams ~ 