A Dweller at my door

Peace, one and all…

moths-near-a-candle

Become a dweller at My door and be homeless:
do not pretend to be a candle, be a moth,
That you may taste the savour of Life
and contemplate the sovereignty hidden in servitude.

Masnavi 5.413-414

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