It really is so incomprehensible you know,
Words can’t capture it,
And we, grasping but a moment of it's mystery,
Feast on that beauty our whole lives.
-
Who am I right now oh Flame? A betrothed moth! A Lover who once thought he knew who he was, melted by thy heat, and lost to any self ... -
Know my Friend, that which is called by the lover is but the Beloved calling back. Oh, I know it sounds like your own voice, ... -
I have accepted from the high priest The bowl of Hemlock And drank every drop in pledge of service to thee beloved. You have ta...
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.