As the sun slowly gets to the other part of the world, leaving us in the dark, some very tiny, little creatures come alive and they fly in search of light. This is so paradoxical, to wait for the night and then to search for the light, or is it metaphorical?
Maybe it is always this that is happening, we search for things that are missing. We search and search and find alternatives.
At night these beautiful, designed creatures come inside; they say that it brings bad news and bad luck while some believe they are angels from heaven with good messages. But for me they are nature’s wonders. Good or evil, they bring the intricate crafting sense of an unknown creator---an artist.
I sit here, silence
like shimmering flame of truth
the moth searching light
I took photos of these insects, watching them every night to remember these alien days when I was searching for the meaning in all the changes around the world, the arrogance and ingratitude.
delicate wings
carrying off the weight(lessness)
light, a distant mark
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"to wait for the night and then to search for the light," that is so true of human nature actually, always yearning for what is lost or can't be had. Great haibun, Sreeja.
ReplyDeleteI'm calling this "a fine tribute to the bugs of the night." Here in a lot of the U.S. ours are mainly the "June Bug". The come in the summer nights and we here them hitting the lighted windows from the outside. They fall from the collisions and die or they die from exhaustion hovering on the windows.
ReplyDeleteOff and on for about a dozen years from 2006 I would post a photo and a little blurb of or about my kinds of June Bugs.
My Blog Search turned up a lot; it is at my header link with its link, or paste this one belie if you'd care to read a few. All have a relating picture.
https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=June+bug&m=1
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ReplyDeleteI'm calling this "a fine tribute to the bugs of the night." Here in a lot of the U.S. ours are mainly the "June Bug". The come in the summer nights and we here them hitting the lighted windows from the outside. They fall from the collisions and die or they die from exhaustion hovering on the windows.
Off and on for about a dozen years from 2006 I would post a photo and a little blurb of or about my kinds of June Bugs.
My Blog Search turned up a lot; it is at my header link with its link, or paste this one belie if you'd care to read a few. All have a relating picture.
https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=June+bug&m=1
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Wow! What a lovely contemplative haibun.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my blig Sreeja.
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Love your thought... maybe it's us humans searching that is the only true meaning...
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