the moth eater

the moth eater sits in stillness. inviting us to compose new ideas of life and images of love. hes a godsend from above. oh how he sits so calm. without heed of the air or water’s steam. “just dream” he whispers in my ear. and i will comply, for who else shall i listen to take wisdom from? this messenger of nature. he has no answers for me. but that is all i came to seek. the answers are in the lessons learned. and my heart continues to yearn. like the first fire that ever burned.