The Shape and the Shadow

The Shape and the Shadow of Flame,
Formlessly formed like the rain, 
Or a feeling that’s never been named,
Like a breath in the cold air that hangs.

Borderless truth uncontained, 
Just the Shape and the Shadow remain, 
A Wisdom we used to see Plain,
Before we were blinded by gain. 

If you stare into a candle,
There’s something you might see,
When you find the perfect angle,
You can see the Shadows speak. 

You can see how Shapes walk, 
The way that they used too, 
The way they did that sacred dawn,
When G-d split the dark in two.