The Guru

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