Stars Burn At Their Brightest * Comments

So momentary moth lives, loves, dances, for an eternity within winged magic; of such a single night. Then falls embracing its greatest moment a singled lifeless void. So high your pulses about limitations of life itself. Yet we exist. We enjoy the beginning and end of a cycle because we have the intelligence to penetrate the innerself of the object where it is nothing more than the consciousness. The infinite or the oneness throughout the universe oriented with consciousness. If you want to catch hold the infinite emitting conscious, simply a Moth's destiny will overwhelm you. But you feel you were here as now you exist and you will be here transforming your shapes, shadows and energy. Consider me for my long talking in favor of life, poet. We know, without philosophy we are really helpless and hopeless. With regards, pranab k chakraborty.