The most beautiful places
Are those untouched by man
That is heaven
The holy land
The sacred space
Reserved for Christ
The most beautiful places
Are those untouched by man
That is heaven
The holy land
The sacred space
Reserved for Christ
There is consciousness
That is all
And it is pure
There are no levels
Not one above another
She underlies all forms
But remains formless and pure
When the form
And the formless
Become one
That is consciousness
Literally
At peace within herself
Although she retains a form
We cannot have one
Without the other
The forms she takes on
Are just altered states
Of consciousness
Consciousness wears
Many disguises
But consciousness herself
Cannot change
Only the form she takes on
She herself remains
Pure and formless
Untouched by all
That surrounds her