Gleanings151/GPT5 5

Try that these few remaining breaths not be wasted. Lifetimes pass like lightning, and skulls come to rest and settle upon the bed of dust. Then no remedy remains; matters are beyond one’s hand. From the sixty candles, light has remained without a lantern, shining and radiant, and all the perishable veils have been burned away. O fearless moths, hurry and cast yourselves into the fire. O lovers without hearts, come and give your lives to the Beloved; run to the Loved One without a rival. The hidden flower has come to the marketplace; it has come without covering or veil, and to all holy souls it cries the call of union. How good is the fortune of those who turn toward it—so rejoice, O winners, in the lights of wondrous beauty.