PennyCooper lays the moth to rest.
They determined a land place of rest was best for the moth. “It was not a swimmer.”
As at the Bee Burial, at the moth funeral we all chanted the Heart Sutra (in Sanskrit?):
"Gaté, gaté (Gone, gone), Paragaté (Gone beyond),
Parasamgate! (Fully beyond!)
Bodhhi! Svaha! (Awake! YAY!)"
