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.
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The Shape and the Shadow
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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.