The Guru (Poem)

    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

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