once a moth, circling around a lamp about to make the fatal plunge, spoke to the flame: “what do you know of love! all you do is stand there as i whirl about you until i can no longer bear to remain separated from you and i embrace you. and in the moment i embrace you i am consumed, burned into nothingness.

the flame smiled and replied: “you fool! do you call that love? look at me, i am burning. you burn only when you embrace me, but in my longing for you the pain of my separation from you has transmuted me into fire itself.

From Aghora

Robert Svoboda

Reading on Day 7 of Project 40.8