Mosquito lessons by Misha Lyuve

Jan 13, 2013

Last night I fed an army of mosquitoes.
They made a feast of my flesh and blood.
And as I laid helpless in the darkness
I felt like a martyr for nothing.

I tried to reason with them that I have an album coming out,
That I lead a consulting gig and that I am a good person.
But they didn’t give a damn, preferring to my goodness,
The sweetness of my blood, they found abundantly favorable.

I was madly furious, for never I’m ignored so bluntly
And no one molests me unpunishingly.
The stings itched godlessly and kept me awake wild-eyed.
But when I felt most desperate, I was granted wisdom.

What is there to hate mosquitoes for?
Only fault of theirs is that they are true to their nature.

Granted I’m not fond of their nature,
But their “being true” is quite admirable.
I wish I had that much zeal to stay true
To my self in my endeavors and obligations.

And if in times when I feel as tiny as a mosquito,
I could create as much impact as it does -
Then, at the moments of my greatness
I could sweep the universe of its feet.

Koh-Lanta, Thailand
November 2012

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  1. mariachu

    beautiful sweety,i love all your reflections in the blog, i don´t allways have time to comment but i have allways a great time reding them, that makes me feel so good. love you!!

  2. Heulwen Renshaw

    So much humility in being subjected to such pain. Did anyone mention that these little blighters can leave in our flesh untold dangers..quietly unfolding into larva..that can make us quite ill. (just saying…but truthful)