The Moth

 It seems that moths are drawn to fires, to light of some kind.  As someone said, this is a great metaphor for the spiritual life of transformation.  “Become fire,” as the desert monk would say.  All this is about letting go of yourself as you have become, as a reflection of the culture and group surroundings that so influence you.  Become who you were meant to be.  The moth is annihilated in the fire.  Ouch.  This is the way of contemplative prayer, with its emphasis on silence and solitude.  There is something within me that no cultural stuff, or things, can fulfill.  The love of another person, music, art, literature, nature scenes might point to this something within, but not completely fill it.  The creative side of the artist, the lover, can touch on it. Whatever this “It” is, calls us to a moments of a more singular sitting in silence and solitude each day.  I am the moth called to the flame of Love.