The Greatest Holy Leaf
wears me out.
My body sits by
the door of your soul.
A countenance with
no sore.
A woman that
keeps me a boy.
A woman in
sackcloth.
How can I know
the Greatest Holy
Leaf's sorrows?
She was old
at my age.
She lived with
a dry mouth.
And ears burning
by the out-door
winds.
She is tethered
to a glass.
Her eisegesis hidden
from anyone's
ear.
She was queen
of heaven and
earth.
Her face talks
of cool waters.
She is a master
of the heart.
She was eaten
by the raven
of envy.
Her true supernal
eyes betrayed
by a thousand
rulers.
A hundred thousand
scholars reduced
her soul to nothingness.
A myriad sages
clouded her
mind.
Her sword of
wisdom sheathed.
Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 2:09 PM UTC
The Greatest Holy Leaf
wears me out.
My body sits by
the door of your soul.
A countenance with
no sore.
A woman that
keeps me a boy.
A woman in
sackcloth.
How can I know
the Greatest Holy
Leaf's sorrows?
She was old
at my age.
She lived with
a dry mouth.
And ears burning
by the out-door
winds.
She is tethered
to a glass.
Her eisegesis hidden
from anyone's
ear.
She was queen
of heaven and
earth.
Her face talks
of cool waters.
She is a master
of the heart.
She was eaten
by the raven
of envy.
Her true supernal
eyes betrayed
by a thousand
rulers.
A hundred thousand
scholars reduced
her soul to nothingness.
A myriad sages
clouded her
mind.
Her sword of
wisdom sheathed.
Baha'i
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