Evolution of Love 2

The Soul

That is what Someone's call the Unfading; it is not gross, not fine, not short, not long, not shadow, not darkness, not wind, not color, not ether, not fluid, not clinging, without taste, without smell, without eye, without ear, without speech, without mind, without vital force, without breath, without mouth, without measure, without aught inward, without aught outward; it consumes nothing, none consumes it.

At the behest of the Unfading,
sun and moon are held asunder;

at the behest of the Unfading,
heaven and earth are held asunder;

at the behest of the Unfading,
minutes, hours, days and nights, fortnights, months, seasons, and years are held asunder;

at the behest of the Unfading,
flow the rivers, some eastward from the white mountains, some westward, each in its own way"