The moth, to shed its
dreary life of darkness seeks firelight
for warmth and light
As it circumambulates in flight
it is filled with light and might
When being around light
becomes too much delight,
wants to plunge straight
into this light delight
Then thinks, when me am
willing to burn in him,
he stands straight
to be bright
And the flame speaks:
O ye of meager flight!
Yet to know, burning bright,
it is me that burns through the night
waiting for a moth of meager flight
to make him bright and light
Love & Grace
– Sadhguru
