When all the noise is silenced, the meetings adjourned, lists laid aside,
and the wild iris blooms by itself in the dark forest,
what still pulls on your soul? ~Rumi
The people of this world are like three butterflies before a candle’s flame.
The first flies closer and says, “I know about love.”
The second touches the flame with her wings and says,
“I know love’s fire can burn.”
The third throws herself into the flame and is consumed.
She alone knows what true love is.