I nearly sit on the yellow moth
speckled with gray
that rests on the patio chair.
Sadly, it crawls across the metal,
wobbling with its single wing.
Up close I see the dark spot
where the second wing once hung.
Oh you poor flightless soul.
No longer will you know the bliss
of fluttering away among the wisteria blossoms
or climbing as high as you please
into the azure sky.
I sense my own grounded flight
on this day when nervousness about travel
has clipped my wings.
The Beloved instructs us to flap
our little wing
while that great Master of flight
flaps as well.
And I see how I forgot
to let that Power guide and calm me.
I sit quietly and seek dharmic direction
about this little soul
and am moved to find a quiet corner
in the garden,
protected from wind and harsh sun.
Then I release it onto a pansy petal.
An hour later, hail and rain pound the garden
and at first I fear for the moth.
But then I see the perfection
in its life as it flutters to a close.
The next day it’s one with the plant;
a little piece of shimmery wing glistens
among the green and yellow.
I too have taken the most blissful of flights
with both wings flapping into the sky.
So lovely to hear from you Lesley, have missed your love filled words, inspirations.
Sending a Shabda hug, safe travels.
Much love,
Teddy
Sad and beautiful, the way life can sometimes be. Thank you for the reminder to flap our little wings confidently and determinedly, relying on the Blessed One to do the rest. Much love!
Beautiful and profound as ever. You too glisten on the earth, Lesley.
Blissful beauty. Thank you Leslie.
So poignant and beautifully written, as always.
Safe travels ❤️
Thank you, Leslie. As your poem moved me, the following came through that I would want to share.
On this day, flooded with blessings orchestrated by the Beloved, one still finds that one’s own wing needs to be strengthened by yes, a more encompassing surrender, and also trusting in one’s own ability to Allow the powerful wing of the Divine to lift one, as one’s own wing gains strength. I claim my right to fly!
Thank you, Pamela, for that lovely contemplation. Truly, our wing does strengthen, and every moment we live that truth builds toward our self-realization. Thank you, and thank you all for your kind comments. I have been very inward since spring, recovering from an illness and joyfully communing with the Beloved. It has been such a gift, and I so appreciate your encouragement as I flutter back into the world.
Your “essays,” “poems”? I don’t know what to call them. In any event, they touch deep within and caress my soul. Gracias, Amiga.
Oh, and how is Arjuna. Every time I read the Gita, I think of your little friend.
Thank you, Bud, I’m happy this writing touches you. Arjuna is doing great. She now has an outdoor enclosure and so she spends many of her days outside, and yet she is safe! Blessings to you, dear soul.
What a soulful poetic story taken from your personal experience, Leslie. Loving all the creatures of nature as you do, it moved me deeply. I will remember it the next time I see a beautiful moth on my patio near the light. Thank you for this gift.💞
So touching and so true. Reminds me to make sure I keep my wing flapping all the time. Your words evoked a great deal of comfort within me. You are amazing.
Beautiful, and profoundly moving. Thank you for sharing it.
Lovely sharing in this writing, dear Lesley. Thank you.
Beautifully expressed…experienced …it’s just how It is….thank you.m