Beneath it All.

Beneath it All.

A Poem by SELF

Beneath 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.

© 2023 SELF


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