If we could just touch Our unconditional nature And catch a glimpse Of eternity’s secrets For one exquisite moment We might stop being So lost in form’s illusion And become true human beings We are designed Like the ocean The sky The universe They are us, we are them Made of the same stuff
THE DANCE OF FORM AND FORMLESS
THE DANCE OF FORM AND FORMLESS
THE DANCE OF FORM AND FORMLESS
If we could just touch Our unconditional nature And catch a glimpse Of eternity’s secrets For one exquisite moment We might stop being So lost in form’s illusion And become true human beings We are designed Like the ocean The sky The universe They are us, we are them Made of the same stuff