we are all searching for
happiness..for contentment..
illusive it seems
and we may resign
our search to futility
among what appears
on our way..
then we hear the story
of the moth's
attraction yet fear
of the flame..
desiring desperately
to know the flame..she must
merge with that flame..
in our searching
we hope to find
our consolation among
appearances darting
in and away..
we fear the vast
nothingness which houses
all of the coming and going..
do we..as the moth-- need
to merge to find the
happiness..which is our
joy and flame...?