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the moth and a single blade of grassby bob orsillo
- Artist Notes
- A tiny moth rests on single blade of marsh grass. Watching the sun set ... The Moth begins thinking about the poem and what it means .. Nature photography by Bob Orsillo. The poem The moths and the flame by Farid ud-Din Attar (1145 - 1220) Moths gathered in a fluttering throng one night To learn the truth about the candle light, And they decided one of them should go To gather news of the elusive glow. One flew till in the distance he discerned A palace window where a candle burned -- And went no nearer: back again he flew To tell the others what he thought he knew. The mentor of the moths dismissed his claim, Remarking: "He knows nothing of the flame." A moth more eager than the one before Set out and passed beyond the palace door. He hovered in the aura of the fire, A trembling blur of timorous desire, Then headed back to say how far he'd been, And how much he had undergone and seen. The mentor said: "You do not bear the signs Of one who's fathomed how the candle shines." Another moth flew out -- his dizzy flight Turned to an ardent wooing of the light; He dipped and soared, and in his frenzied trance Both self and fire were mingled by his dance -- The flame engulfed his wing-tips, body, head, His being glowed a fierce translucent red; And when the mentor saw that sudden blaze, The moth's form lost within the glowing rays, He said: "He knows, he knows the truth we seek, That hidden truth of which we cannot speak." To go beyond all knowledge is to find That comprehension which eludes the mind, And you can never gain the longed-for goal Until you first outsoar both flesh and soul; But should one part remain, a single hair Will drag you back and plunge you in despair -- No creature's self can be admitted here, Where all identity must disappear.
More about bob orsillo
- maine, united states
- Artist Biography
- Original fine art photography, paintings and illustrations by American Artist Bob Orsillo I sold my first painting in 1969, oil on canvas a surreal apocalyptic thing it was. Well that is not true is it, I traded the painting to musician who is now a household name for a 1959 Strat. Better t ...