Monday, May 30, 2022

An end to the charade

(2284)  Rupsayarer aunginate

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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1 comment:

  1. The beauty of shape only approximates the glory of Your formless state. Oh Lord, in Thee please let me dissipate.