Breeding butterflies are harder than I thought.

The greatest research laboratory is mind and the only reality is Divine Mind or space. To realize it one has to open inward eye.

Haiku.

Valedictory Speech I haven’t delivered.

The moth’s love is not for the lamp
nor Night bird’s love is for stars
both of them love for their luminous emissions
Infatuation drives them crazy.

The tiny little caterpillar that is awaiting its wings to grow so that it can flutter by as a beautiful butterfly can teach quite a lesson on self-image, self-trust, self-confidence and patience!

The Moth. A poem I wrote.

Poem about a moth drawn to light.

A poem about winged creatures.

Cautiously fascinated.