Like a Moth to a Flame

A moth dances with fire and light
Then it is in there… and still.
We dance with fire but never step in.

A moth is chasing its destiny
As we are running from ours
Into the same circles as ever.

Come to the light, to the fire
Let it burn you to a cinder
Taking your karmic body

A guru is like the fire
Transforming you to light,
What’s left is charred ashes

Perhaps the moth knows
The fire it seeks is enlightenment
All else is illusion

We seek our gurus in Temples
In Churches, Mosques and Holy Places
The moth ENTERS its heart

There is Fire where we fear
And Light where we know
The Fire is our Light.

The truth is always in love
Find it where you can
Then let it burn you.

The pathway to yourself
Is through your resistances
Through your hopes and dreams

Once burnt like a moth
What is there to fear?
Only the looking down

On the ashes you have left
Behind you as guides
To those who seek the Light

It is through Fire
The moth knows
Like a moth to a flame I go.

(Puja on the Ganges in Varanasi)


Poem by Arun Deva
Arunachala Yoga & Ayurveda