Tuesday, August 29, 2006

The Moth and the Fire

From afar I see the light
The light through the woods
I am the moth

Although all is dark
She draws me towards her
I do not resist
She is the flame

I circle about her
She crackles
Sparks fly
Her warmth --
Ah, her fiery warmth!
She reaches upwards

My wings are scorched
Her beauty
Her peace
Her tranquility and repose

Sparks shoot off
Shall I dodge them?

I hesitate for a moment
The outer circle
Strange beings
Shadows leap

I focus on the flame
Now there is no hesitation
I feel the love of her being
I surrender to us

Let me fly into that Love
No more circling
Let me dive into her flames
Let only our Love remain


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