![]() Beneath it All.A Poem by SELFBeneath the Mastery Artistry of our physical forms, there is the actual form Impalpable, unseen, but certainly present. Beneath the poetry of the texts, there is the actual poetry without form. Beneath the expressed language, there is a lucid suspense the mythical space that language can never fully express the unlimited source of creation.
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