The flame within calls....

To be one with the inner light is a thirst that is hard to quench. Sometimes I fear I do not have the courage to stay the course. Like the moth that keeps approaching the flame of the lantern, I too am scared sometimes of being burnt. The glass around the flame is like my little glimpses, the ones I see when sometimes deep in meditation, I lose myself and feel a sense of bliss. Ah, if only I could break through the glass and then the flame and I could be like one. But the moth is fearless unlike me. It keeps striking its head against the glass. Who knows, one day it just might break through. Perhaps I too could be as lucky as that moth.