Friday, 26 December 2014


We're like moths circling a candle flame,
Seeking refuge in God's Holy Name,
Fascinated by the brilliant light of Self,
Yearning to escape the clutch of ego elf.

Then pining for the holy light divine,
We dive deep into our Heart sublime,
We dare immolate in its sacred fire;
Ego's dead, no more of me and mine's desire

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