In the courtyard of form's sea,
You were consequential, oh the Unembodied.
With rhythm and melody, taking as family,
You attracted everybody.
With star after star the heavens are filled;
The air blows sweet and gentle.
The kash sways neath a mild wind,
Its gray-white wings extending.
Knowing You, it's not simple;
Love alone attains acquaintance.
Too-much-talk remains muted,
When finding You near.
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Monday, May 30, 2022
An end to the charade
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The beauty of shape only approximates the glory of Your formless state. Oh Lord, in Thee please let me dissipate.
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