I am hidden
Behind 100 veils of my own making.
I have been shown the path to my heart
Yet I always hold back
Caressing the moon on my tongue,
Bathing in sunlight, drinking haiku.
How can I reach his summit
Unless I leave this silken cocoon?
Argue… it is only holding back,
I know, butterflies emerge from cocoons.
(c) A Hannan