Monday 25 July 2011


Measly moth of soul enter Love's flame,
Ever ready to devour me in its fire,
Flame's hot burning in thy holy Name,
To be so consumed, is my main desire.

Don't be afraid poor mouldy moth to die,
To be eaten by flame is sheerest bliss,
You' enter a new life in which to fly,
Transformed by Love's fiery burning kiss..

After your death no questions will remain,
You've entered a measly moth's best place,
Immolation in the flame of the Name,
Is soul's transformation, the greatest grace.

To throw the ego on the fire of Selfhood,
Is way beyond even the ultimate good.

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