Pain of Form
PAIN OF FORM
Holding unto the pain of form
When I should be joining with
The flow of formlessness…
What is in the past
should be allowed to stay there.
The openness of the universe
lies in embracing its formlessness.
Our human vessel restricts.
Our past memories strangle.
How can I accept each new breath?
without first releasing the old?
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