Who am I? the unbound blue-gray welkin, still, caged in a structure. Or the sand sliding through the fist of a child. whose infinite shining particles are scattered by the wind and have halted somewhe...Read More
|| २.२२ || As a man shedding worn-out garments, takes other new ones, likewise, the embodied soul, casting off worn-out bodies, enters into others that are new....Read More
