• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 04
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We are what we feel in silence,
as we flit between shadows in the forest,
memories curve over us like a wave.
Lost in silence we are divided,
creating birth, from death, and
looking for an exit—
Truth without love is faultfinding.
Praising without love is mendacity.
Without love you could not have been born.
Love is the only thing to transform you
and to make you feel your transfiguration today.
We are what we feel, doubt is deadlier,
but fear cuts deeper than air.