Life will take its way with you
Snuffing out or bringing to earth:
As a moth burns with the candle
The butterfly is torn by the wind.
But be sure to take flight first
Settling on damask or the autumn rose.
Ask: ‘why are you here, soul? '
And have your time at rise or rest.
From cocoon or chrysalis:
The moth gives up life for light
The butterfly its life for beauty
For freedom has its purposes.
Let eye-spots hold this insight
As love whispers to your wings:
'Taste the savour of your life
In velvet dusk and petaled dawn'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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