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.
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.