Moth to a Flame

by stewart

If I could give you one thing

It would be the burning, yearning

In my soul to fly higher.


Like an eagle

That follows an up-draft

Over and beyond the cliffs;

I seek to go higher and higher.

Like a moth

That circles the candle’s flame;

Waiting, to build up courage

To dive into the fire,

I seek to loose myself

Again, in something Greater.


O where will this restless, endless burning

Lead me?


Suddenly, I am overwhelmed

By a bolt that shatters my brain;

Then another door opens and I hear:

“Accept the wisdom of the heart;

It is only here that you can rest

And become One, again.”


What is this Path

That lies before me?

So many times

I have trodden this Way-

Only to be left

At the door, again.

What difference does it make:

If I go or I stay?

I know not who I am?

All that I see before me

Is the fire of Love.


Now, I am tired and must rest.

O spiritual traveler, have pity on me

For I have pity on you.

This is the only Way Home.



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