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Ioana Ilianova Petrova Bozso
Eyes of Fire……………………….page 3 Wolf…………………………………………………… page 5 One the wings of time…………………………page 7 Tango with the sun……………………………..page 10 Messengers of the divine……………………page 12 Alchemical dreamscapes…………………….page 15 On the fields of yesterday…………………. page 18 With one foot at each shore………………. page 22 The none reflective waters …………………page 25 Through the eyes of an angel……………... page 29 Desert of the vultures…. ……………………..page 34 Build for the kill………………………………….. page 39 Dance of the lotus………………………………. page 43 Ancient dances…………………………………….page 49 Within the hive… …………………………………page 53 Colours of the soul…………………………….. page 56 Hangman’s riddle… …………………………….page 60 Wizard’s staff… …………………………………..page 63 The fool…………………………………………….. page 68 The eyes of the mountain…………………. page 70 On the towers of silence…………………….page 72 Diary of a madman……………………………..page 74 From beyond the gates of time…………. page 76 Masquerade of the devil.. ………………….page 78 Under the sands…………………………………page 81 Dance within a sea of darkness………...page 84 Ode to the mountain………………………….page 87
The eyes of fire
The eyes of fire dawn upon me In the night of darkness over light And within the fire a dance emerges Illuminating all there is in one. Within the flames emotion dances Awakens memories of long ago Clouds swirling within the silence As the star shines brightly above us all.
The fire of the ocean moves me In one eternal moment filled with light Upon the waves of desire it carries me Singing each and every note with love. Cleansing the waves ignite me. The ebb washes the old away into the past.
Together in a tango gently they move Within this body, a soul immortal, So harmonious, so alive.
The flow brings now the new to life On the darkest day of all. Rebirth from days long ago Taking its first breath under the moon.
As in a boat life travels on the waves of time Carved by the desire held within Created by the actions taken Formed by the emotions, guiding every path.
On stairs of white murmur I climb one more time To take charge into the past unknown To realize the immortality of me. Awareness of the fool still dancing to the flute Yet the tango of life is guided by a rose. Thoughts forgotten moving slowly With the black cat they crouch under a ladder of illusion.
With blindfolds I sit now at the shore of this ocean Hands crossed and lips sealed Here where the moon guides the way And the sun awakens every cell.
Wolf Last night my eyes opened to the shade of the moon In gown white of silk and bare feet My eyes met with them of the wolf White creature more peaceful than the night. Eyes blue, deep piercing the soul deeply Glance locked, without a single imperfection. Steps silent, gentle, calm. Spirit filled with knowledge of the times of ones has been.
“Follow me” the creature sang within my soul
Walked we did through the walls and into woods Endless fields of green and blues With the moon shining down upon the way Chants of the ages coming through the waves Sounds of melodies of the ancestors arising. As we walked down the red path.
Alongside it trees surrounding, breathing one in one as one Flowers gently leaning, in sisterly embrace. A union of life being, rising, as it has always been Born from the earth, awakened by the sky.
In the end of the path a tree bigger than the rest. The touch of time has speared its decay. Three letters into the corst were shining. Three letters I can not describe.
So into a cave I followed the wolf Aside the tree its entrance peaked Darkened rocks surrounding, embraced by darkness As the light shining in the eyes Was brighter than the dark veil of the night. The love burning in ones heart Can melt the icy frost the mind.
Writings on the walls, omens of the ages Sigils of priests from long ago, forever on the rock engraved The dances of the fire still seen Into the visions of the seers. Time left footsteps into the soul The past is forever in printed into the present Painted into the memory by love.
On the wings of time
The door of oak in front of misty skies Leading the way to no return Leading to embrace the goddess inside. Unawakened yet never asleep, a soul without a soul. Eyes never dreaming, ears never hearing Hands embracing, heart always beats with the one. Foreign faces dwelling into the nothing Surrounding, entwining, and dancing with the mist.
Into the vagueness of the night sun shines forever. Dream into a dream; don’t awaken me for it is magic On the wings of mighty dragon I fly Through the lands of the apples and wines Bread as sweet as candy for the eye Smell of bitter sweet thunders coming from the mountain high
Hear now the sound of the divine breaking the silence. Into a dance with the mist, I step. Show me now you limitless guardian of all there is, Show me the secret that you hold so deep Within these endless clouds of eternity
Step by step, closer and closer as we dance A star shines bright from within the spirals Gently spinning, round and round until the dawn of time.
Clock without arrows never runs, Earth without the swirl never spins. River without the will never streams. See them land now with heavy feet and tired wings The vultures of the past coming back to life. Through her, the mighty mist they flew Back from times of no return. To bring the message back to us To tell us how it used to be. To show us who we used to be.
See now the mirror divine within an ocean of tears Under the blood red moon the waves dance forever Fish within, fish above, masters of the tides they are. Tic tac the arrows invisible are racing On a plane nonexistent with a dame nonexistent. The vultures have returned on the tower of the silence May the spirits resting be respected and undisturbed Into this night of time and no time.
The secret you wish to know, yet your eyes you can not see. Heart you have, yet it can not feel a rock beneath your feet, Trees you smell, yet ears you don’t have to hear it sing. What is time but simply light traveled by. Look within the heart of magic Feel within the veins of life Run with the blood of the rivers And burn with the fire of the sun.
For all who know will be silent. All know think they know will speak All who wish they knew will be hurtful And all who never knew will be full of wrath.
I show you know the city of citys Hidden within the mountains high Under the roof of the world, the mighty peaks. Snow as warm as the sun falls on its streets The everlasting hidden city of city’s With fountains three stories high And roses embracing the beauty inside.
Tango with the sun Flying over the skies covered in darkness Embraced by the silence of the night Stars are all I saw and what I saw was light. Shining brightly into a sea of blackness. Shimmering, dancing within the nothing The candle burns, wax drops, day by day Until the eyes close and all there was, is all there is.
Higher and higher I rise with each and every breath. On clouds of invisibility I danced All the way to the heart of the sun. Fire surrounded me as we became one The breath of life exhaled as it spread all around. Flames of life dancing an eternal tango of the immortals.
See the blue shining within a tsunami’s of white Words unsaid yet whispering sweet nothings Into ears none existing. For a mind none controlling. The will to be, makes it be. As you wish so will it be. To control the fire is to control the will within. Know the will, know intention, and know the self directing intention.
Intention of the purest form, channeling intuition As the theater curtains close, all masks are down. Actors bear naked behind the curtains of the flame Running the show within self and about the self. Self esteem not egocentric, yet fully accepting self,
Certainty of the uncertainty while swimming in a sea of chaos. I know, I can, I will, I am. Forever spinning into dreamscapes created by the mind To believe, to know, to see, to experience. If mind creates, than mind destroys. To sense, to feel, to understand, to will Manifestations of the third kind triggered by the will to be. See it, feel it, will it, know it.
Dancing within the sun as the fire burns within Dancing within the sun as the fire burns without Gambling with the torus, trading circles with the self. As the fool begins to tango with the sun.
Messengers of the divine On the tower of darkness the shadows danced Up high between the clouds of the future Shimmering between the past voices rise Of ancestors who are yet to come.
Memories from far ahead ignite Passed down from man to man. Dancing shadows within the fire Illuminating the unknown.
Devils tower stands within the valley Messenger of the divine from future pasts. Topless tower, lonely and forgotten. Reminder of the ancients’ pain.
Voices dancing into the fire Arising with each passing hour. For calculated the change is With each passing age it is set upon us.
Tragic message written in stone From faces that have never been.
From them who came down upon us, From them who draw the eternal spin.
Every year of the sun it dawns A change written in time. No man, woman and child will adapt To this pattern, this game of time.
As I stand upon the tower Watching the winds blow pass The thoughts are stilled, the heart is darkened Light shall be no more this day.
Far ahead in times mighty When the land is covered in ice. The faceless voices cry in silence. One last try to change our ways.
Dance they do, to the rhythm of the dead. Rising sun has been no more. Only the black clouds surrounding the body Of our precious mother earth.
See the suns brother turbulently rawr, With his son of blue right by his side. On top of matter darkened change is weaved As only Luna guides the way through the endless night.
Messengers of the divine are rising On devils tower they chant and dance Within the fire voices singing. From times far far ahead.
Alchemical dreamscapes In lands of the ancients, long ago. Two castles stood tall and wide. One castle white as day, the other blacker than the night. Both with three towers each. On the tallest tower, a balcony. A fence it had with 33 spears of gold. Around both castles strong fence of stone. Each with gates of oak, The white one with handles of a crow’s head. The black one with handles of a vulture’s wings.
In the white castle I arrived first. For shiny it was, pretty in white. In the tallest tower a mage lived. In a room small and squared. White outside, black inside his soul was. Eyes red he had, full of lies and deceit. Illusion was written on his mask. For his true face was too ugly too be seen. Not of the skin that covered it,
But of the lies that veiled it. Gifts he stole, of all the seers. Them with beautiful words he would enchant, Their gifts he would take. “come on in” he would request “eat, drink with me. Celebrate life. Than you can tell me who I am” Nothing for another he did nothing he gave. Nothing he thought. Dishonest his words were, fake his beauty was.
Inside I did not go. Guided by the darkness away from him I was. To collect me back from where I was send to From where my soul belonged, Where my souls family dwelled. To learn I was summoned. To be thought of the world. By family so close, yet so far away.
Inside the castle of black murmur I went. Up the rounded stairs I climbed. In the second mage’s chambers I was. Round and wide it was, as ouroboros. Tall as the sky it spread all around. All the wall surrounding the walls 18 silver candleholders With 7 candles each. Light on fire as the flame danced.
In the middle a table round with a mage sitting and smiling. Behind him black school board with sound waves drawn in green. 7 vibrations, singing together in 7 colours. In sweet harmony of the sound colour of creation Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet In one orchestra of sound they played, harmonized beyond perfection.
On the table 7 tubes with 7 elements each. On each tube a symbol of a planet. The 7 planets of the ancients as honorable as they have been Shining the nightly sky for wanderers guiding the way.
On the fields of yesterday Step by step on across the fields of yesterday With wind breezing through the grass The crow flew above the clouds Watching the lands beneath dilled with dust. Gently tipped wings cut the air Eyes striking the horizons, colours blacker than the night.
How many it has taken, no one knows. Not even it knew, though nature it was none the less Back and forth, day by day To take them who lost their way along the path.
The crow I followed that one day upon the fields. Into a graveyard by the river blackened. In the valley of the field it laid. Just underneath a hill with one tree on top. Under that tree there was a gravestone. With an angel build from white murmur. Roses carved in around each corner, And the date, gruesome memorial of a life passed too fast.
“Where are we, oh bird of the night” I asked
“Into the gates of forever” it answered
Words not spoken but felt entered my mind As the creature landed on fence of wood. Slightly bend, yet standing still for ages passed. People all dressed in black walking in a row of one Passing on the small dirty road across the graves. Tears flowing, yet not all meant Marking the separation of the physical The greedy addictions men have to owning another. To let go is impossible if one only thinks of self. If the missing is greater than the love Than the soul will never be free Than the soul is bound to the earth By the same tears that were meant to wave it free.
The power of goodbye not understood and not accepted. The wish for one to be well not truthful. The bird needed to help take those Bound by the love of another. Too much love kills, binds, encages.
Slowly we walked across time on the path of the diseased.
Between the living and the dead. The only difference was the understanding of one’s self So many mirrors yet not seen by the living. So much love yet only the conditional kind.
Sound of silence never heard by the living. A world without mater not understood by the dead. Separation none existing created by the mind. Individual mind, wrathful and vengeful mind. Coloured death as black, hide it in the night. Where only Luna shines the way.
Letters cryptic shining as fireflies Around the tree on the hill. A man with no face crying tears of gold. Cloak of red velvet covering body unphysical. Eyes bluer than the sky shining from beneath Unknown, unnamed and never been. With a key in one hand and a sphere in the other. Living in the timelessness of the in between. A door he opened within the tree. To a world magical, a world of sound and colour.
Through the tunnel of the tree we walked. And on a cloud of white silk we stood. Spinning, swirling, flowing, entwined with the now. With everything and nothing covering the soul. Images of lives passed, printed in the clouds, Lightnings of love and anger cut through the silence. The solitude of deep space surrounding the self Until it becomes the non self. The nothing, part of the clouds, non individual, the we. Whose songs fly forever through the air. Into the sun and the moon. Reflected back to us.
With one foot at each shore With One foot on each shore, eyes sunken in the horizon The waters of life flow freely, gently. Between the bare naked feet of tomorrow. Grass as pins caressing the skin, slightly ticklish While the sun kisses the sky goodbye. Forever lost into mortality of the mind The soul dwells into its infinite layers.
As an onion being pealed, layer by layer By these who manage to see the light Coming thought the cracks. Icebergs of masks, solid as a rock. Unrecognizable even for the self, Created long ago for protection Melted with the skin it lies upon. So deep within the self it becomes unrecognizable
Eyes closed for the colours of the sunset. Eyes unable to see the spectrum as it is. Limited to 6, or may be 7? Limited to the cell of its own mind. Slave of the thoughts uncontrolled.
Misunderstood, naïve and foolish mind Belongs to the self who doesn’t know himself.
Reflections in the water beneath Upon the fish and upon the waves. Mirror image created by the physical. Just as illusionary as the physical, Though believe in it we do not. Dream in a moonless night equals the reality Though reflects through the prisms of the self.
Spirit passes through all there is And all there is, is equally divine to thee. The rock that peacefully rests By the river floating between the feet, Has equal amount of divinity as the self you witness in a mirror. Though low its voice is, slowly it speaks Only patience and just vibrations can hear it As its poetry is written for those without eyes.
The trees growing tall and strong aside the shores With branches heavy slightly bend Sing songs even more beautiful than that of the birds
Though dreamy these friends are, Only a soul able to improvise and flow with the wind Can sing with its eternal melodies For these words are written in the wind.
A daisy wiser than the wisest man Growing by the tree, silently, softly Speaking through words of flow Knowing its flow, knowing that of its surroundings. A pure awareness of the oneness it has Makes it wiser than you and I will ever be.
The sun shining brightly above, marking day from night. Sustaining life, not bearing life. Will strong it holds. Power through change it has, The most painful though most affective change you will witness Through the spirit of the sun, For fire is the most dangerous element to experience.
Luna oh heavenly you, praised you shall be, Light in the darkness it holds. Emotional wisdom, guiding the way ahead. Follow your heart it teaches.
Follow the voice calling you from within. Be the light in the darkness For these who cannot shine. So mote it be.
The non reflective waters No reflection in the waters of life Of the non existing, non being, not aware self Blind through the streets with no name The non self arises from the ashes of the unborn. A phoenix with no fire, dyeing in the waters, evaporating. Streams of steam rising high within the air As the shadow of a former self ignites From the nothing that is a name. Void of consciousness, clouds of mist surrounding the mind As no reality is, as you feel it will be, No self is, as you think it is And no world shall act like you want it to.
No reflection in the fire of creation No passion for life as the love is dead to the world How many deaths does one have to pass? Before it is recognized as a dead? And dead to whom as well I ask? To me? To you? To a priest with no name? Reading a gospel written by another man
Born within the corners of his mind Hidden in the darkness that is his lying soul.
No reflection in the air that is above you. Floating freely as imagination creates. As emotion is rationalized and understood. So peculiar how the wind of change is never still Always in motion and always on the road to hell. Whatever that might be.
Images of imperfection created within the smoke of dragon blood Shadows with no reflection speaking in tongues. Writing in symbols unknown to mankind Returning the self to the ancient ways. Speaking from the past as the future is being bitten.
No reflection in the now as the earth arises High above the horizon with mountains high and mighty. Trees of life growing steady, flowers of true beauty blooming free. Stability of terra beautiful as she will always be Yet no reflection in the self to how you might have been. Melancholy, nostalgia rests within this soul of mine. As no reflection I see of you within another,
No reflection I see of the we. No reflection I see of responsibility and of choice.
Children of the moon reflect what you want to see Yet no water needed to feel another within the self. Emotion free as streams of a waterfall Running down a mountain of logic Unable to see, unable to feel, unable to understand The basics that is reflected in the self
By the world By the earth By men.
No reflection able to be shown For as long as the self is hidden from the heart As long as the eyes cannot see beauty As long as the soul hasn’t accepted another.
Through the eyes of an angel Crescent moon washing the skies above The sun has dawned. It is asleep behind the rocks of Yemen. Cold night covering the lands into eternal blanket of stars. Bare naked feet walking upon sandy surface of the island risen from the dead, Ancient past reviving, coming to life. Time spinning in full loop As the past and future become one into the now. Free and unbound the soul runs within the limits of forever Timelessness into the temple of the life’s fire. The creation of creation within the flames of eternity, The sun and the moon into a dance forever Together within a tango of the stars, Slowly walking on the pathway to the priests altar, Ancient eternal priest with eyes as blue as the sky Skin as liquid as the sea is gentle. One hand holding a candle another holding a cup The fire and the water, strength and emotion, creation and destruction Eternal balance of the self within the self and with the self, Body sacred holding a soul sacred, Circles drawn within the air with incense of the ages Spiraling around the self, being the self, rising the self The mind’s elixir to remember, to know, to understand
The soul that is hidden beneath the skin As the air free and wise, from one life to another Yet never a prisoner to anything or anyone, The smoke created by the sacred fire. As the soul danced on the coals burning. With each step a lightning of emotion running through every vein. Orgasmic feeling of completion as the fire and the self become one An eye third opens as the other two close To see the grace of these around her. Three priests chanting by the fire 20 staying back in circle around the dance floor As the one within the fire completes the dance of creation. Every step every move is swayed like the snake sways at the sound of music. Music of the soul, played by the soul and within the soul Feeling the clan as one, hearing it as one, being one with them Every note played in the gentlest way
Priest of water with eyes blue guiding the way down from the fire of life To the water of creation, cooling off the rage and soothing the pain Setting the building blocks of what life shall turn out to be As the hands liquidized and dwelled within one another As the eyes drowned within one another, the us became one. As the hyper sphere of life spinning around us
Above the red crystal all times was one as one in us. Earth as beautiful as she was, graceful lady of perfection Spinning the clouds of rock and electricity Around the base of the hole made of nothing. Spinning and swirling until there was a rock. The fire exploding from deep within as the blood ran over the lands Smoke from the fire raising high above protecting all there was And water of the oceans cooling the land and birthing life.
With the eyes of the seer watching and observing The birth of a new life, new land, new earth. Perfect in every possible way. With giant green forests growing, Eagles with the size of dragons Creatures of all kinds living, within this paradise of nature.
With the eyes of a messenger all the times become one within. What was, what is and what will be all in a full loop. The past creation being.. existing.. blooming in full grace As the dragon protected the skies The now existing just to exist. Not alive and not dead Just experiencing itself while living subjectively. The future being created as we speak
With every breath and every step With every choice that we make the world is being made By the breath that we let out. By the energy that escapes.
With the eyes of an angel all the people become one within All the animals and all the trees, All that exists and has life All that is divine within the earth all mighty Within the divine mother of life, of us Here to protect the knowledge of the old ways To teach what has been forgotten by greed, Show the past so it can be remembered one more time So the glory of earth can be as it was long ago.
With the eyes of a dragon all the darkness is being shown The veil is lifted and existence is as it should be in its core No masks and no limits. No names and no labels No light and no darkness Only purity and honor for the divine. Protector of mankind by teaching mankind Expanding the awareness of the collective of the wave By setting an example, by setting a path where there is non By teaching spirituality and self awareness
Teaching love by showing love.
Behind closed eyes all the times are one in me All the people I now see All of them in love divine. The watchers are here and never left Here again for u to teach u love. Hidden underneath the caves, Silently working their way within u. Never forgot u, never left u, never stopped watching u. For the divine in u all is seen by far Even though you don’t see it yourself, Your divinity has never been forgotten,
Desert of the vultures Slow steps upon the hot sands The camel silently moves across Dunes of the holy desert endlessly float Unforgiving are sun rays upon dry skin. And windless are the skies as the air dances across the horizon.
Two men I saw walking and a third upon a camel. Heading towards the big castle underground. Portals inside the oasis Hiding it is within a mirage.
What is the faith of a slave? Water is only meant for those riding. And what is the faith of the rich Money cannot buy rain. What is the faith of the wise man walking aside Though pity him I do deeply For nature will not spare him for his wisdom As the sun will not stop shining For the experience written in his soul.
Praised it is, the great divine. Just as the desert, it takes whoever enters its shrine. Gates of gold and diamonds are waiting. For those who can see without eyes As an oasis hides the gates of time For those whose heart is open.
Timelessness rules the fools Who will to enter the desert of the vultures. Clean they do as the last breath escapes The body of them with no respect for life.
Walk they shall day after day, hour after hour. Convinced they know the path The road that leads to the truth That hands you eternal life On a silver plate with a red ribbon Tied around the grail that it embodies.
33 days and 33 nights The path shall be walked By the man fool.
By the man slave. By the dead man walking.
When the last dune is crossed A bridge shall be seen. One made of stone shiny and blue. On top the bridge a snake resides. Faster than a bullet and smarter than a man.
One question it shall ask you As you need to answer it well. For if you do not. Your life it shall take.
Behind the bridge of riddles An oasis of dreams hides. With palm trees rising high Waters of pure blue silently timeless. And birds singing eternal lullabies To those who enter the shrine asleep.
Within its waters so sweet Deep through the tunnels of the mind A palace of crystal stands tall. With 7 towers of bluer than the sky. On each tower a diamond is placed. To guide the way to where you are. To not get lost within this labyrinth Of the mist that is your mind.
Mirror the diamonds are, reflect life they do so well. As the seven stars shine brightly in the sky They shall shine brightly under the waters. As above, as below the story goes Only they who know the song will open the doors Not doors of wood, the doors of your soul. Free is the man whose mind is free And prisoner is he whose heart is closed. Sing artist of the great divine. Sing the melody of the eternal flame. Whisper it as the key turns within the doors.
Step one step two red carpet is laid On the floor of the halls behind the door.
Step three, step four no lamps burn On the roof of this shrine. Step five, steps six the spiral turns As up, as down which way to go Only your heart knows. Step seven shall not be named For asleep do not know the secret Of the dream within a dream.
Build for the kill Inside a heart of a warrior returning from the battle field Outside a child innocent offering a flower to the ill. So many have come to greet the lost warrior Returning from the war as killer, as winner. Yet so few can see the child within his heart Crying out to be loved by you. Without the need to fight. Without the need to kill. Just love for self, even though if the self is a killer.
Surrounded by pain is he who has no patience 10 staffs taken on, all at once. Blinding the road ahead, covering the hart with greed, No awaiting, yet wanting to act. Impatience hiding within for the goal is now at reach. All angels have been thought over and looked at All but one sward hiding in the coffin of the dead. Peace and tranquility as the fallen rests the eyes Yet the forgotten peak from behind the curtains.
Emotion the warrior refuses to see.
Emotions many hidden deep within As water they flow through the veins of life As water they transform the mind of the child. Stubborn are those who do not share the heart with that of another Yet cruel are those who show that which not true inside is. To thy own self are true and all shall be true to you.
On the wings of a vulture I fly above the lands divine Of the ancients sleeping underneath the sands Awaiting for the hour when the blood of the innocent Will reach holy grounds. When the rock returns to sand. Water shall pour from the rock made of crystal In the lands of the blue prophet. Golden couples shall rise once more And all of those who were, who are and who will be Shall see the beginning of a new era. Era of the emotional innocence as the darkness will return to self. The bottom of the sea is reached and the fish swim on the shores As the ten swards of the warrior pierce the fallen. No more to be lost as all has been opened All cards lie on thy table open and seen. From now on the sun shall shine from the lands of the cold desert.
See now the blackness in the white and the nightmare within the dream. Balance in the ultimate creation, art as no other The self within the self. A blueprint of the gods is rising. For the moon shall be within the sun when the five is one. Aligned in perfect harmony in a dance of the eternal night. Angelic awakenings within the waters of the free. Sun and moon on one horizon greeting the ancient poles. As the two grails pour the waters from one side to another. And the two giants return to the lands they created.
Time standing still in times past under the sun and above the ground. No time for those who believe in none And no life for those who respect none. Suffering is for those who do not understand nature And for those who will not obey its ways Nature listens to none; you do not follow her ways And you shall suffer for the flow will be interrupted The eternal link of the soul and the mother must not be broken It was, it is and it will be the most sacred in creation.
All is now and now is in all, for the stability is risen. Time has come to feel the spirituality within materialism. To manifest desires hidden deep within
To understand the way of the old. The way of nature. The ways of mother. See now the king raised from the woods, Jungles deep with creatures many hiding temple ancient. Far into the land of the rising sun, between the monkeys he arises.
Swards shall be risen change is now. For no dishonor shall be accepted and no disrespect shall be left to rest. Knights on horses mighty charging into the deserts Where the ancient once build their memories For future generations to come. Where the pyramids pierced the sky Where the ancients came to greet the gods.
Dance of the lotus “Within eyes wide shut Unseen for the locked heart Hides a dream of gold”
Footsteps of uncertainty take on their last breath Within the forest of the self. As the landscapes entwine and the moon shines through Upon the horizon the last part returns home. Gentle steps upon a path made of memories That led to the door separating you from you.
As the soul gasps of excitement of what is to come A path ahead has to be walked on As my feet walked upon the sandy surface and the shapes Flew by and around as fireflies made of notes. Different hieroglyphs of all kinds. Big and small. Yet all floating around none the less. Three certain signs most enlightening One meaning air One meaning water One meaning fire All three are combined as one.
The breath of one another into a sphere within a sphere. Blue fire made of ice spinning as a tornado upon the waters. As the blue sun lit the way of the path A door of oak appeared gloriously upon the big old tree. A door of two parts, a top and a bottom one. Bottom part scratched endlessly by millions of nails. Chaos within the chaos floating with no direction and no aim. Brute force without intelligence, emotion with no control. Divided by a thin blue line.
The top part engraved with roses spiraling in circles on the door With in the middle a lotus Lotus unlike any other my eyes could witness 24 leafs in the outer shell with each a symbol 12 in the middle shell with each a symbol 6 in the inner shell with each a symbol.
Symbols of science singing as notes Clearing the dark blue sky Awakening the dead from their eternal sleep 12 notes for the outer shell singing a lullaby of the forgotten 6 notes in the middle shell in a choir of the stars
A triad of harmonics in the inner praising the divine.
Symphony of the soul created by the dance of the immortal The right notes open doors to the world of silk. Behind the eyes that never open Within the heart that never closes. Blocked the doors awaiting in silence
A diamond of white shining bright within the darkness. “Welcome sister” the diamond spoke with voice so gentle
Like the moonlight sonata it sang within my soul.
“Who am I oh wisest of the wise?” I asked “Whoever you wish to be” it answered.
Melody ageless entered my spirit and colors of my song Created waves deeper than the deepest oceans Dull and colourful at the same time. Light and dark in one. Chaotic yet in order. Asleep yet awaken. Fire yet water
Earth yet air. Free yet bound.
Myriad of layers deep within the soul. “Walk into me home is waiting” the diamond spoke And a row of 13 notes appeared on a tablet of crystal. 8 notes played as dance of duality. 4 clockwise and 4 anticlockwise Opening a stairway made of white murmur Leading high into a sea of clouds. On top of the clouds a castle so majestic My eyes were too simple to grasp it. Giant castle of the brightest diamond. With three towers each with a blue couple
At the castle risen high golden gates with notes entwined. “Leave the red robes behind” the gates spoke loudly. As the robes fell and disappeared within the clouds Bare naked self walked through the gates eternal. To the door of the castle I and she walked She who showed me the door and who leaded the way. Three knocks on the doors and they opened A lobby filled with people all robed in white.
All shining brightly with a glow more golden than the sun And eyes whiter than the light.
“Welcome back lost traveler of the night” their replied in a choir “Journeys have taken u far and wide only to return u to us”
A gentle greet and a robe of white Brought tears to my empty eyes.
Behind them a door of white. On the left a staff. Around the staff two winged snakes Both holding a crystal in their mouth. Behind the door a field of the greenest grass one can ever perceive. In the middle just one tree. Breathing, pulsating, crying, laughing, existing one with all there is, The most breathtaking tree one can ever see And it is an honor just being in its presence.
Next to the tree another door made of water, As the water washes the self, slowly we stepped through To envision the brightest of them all.
A sphere made of spheres, With thousands of waves swaying within it
In perfect harmony, in perfect oneness Sphere spinning inside and outside at the same time Expanding and imploding at the same time Holding all the light and all the darkness within Pulling you within its powerful grasp As a waterfall taking you on a magical ride Within the lands of forever, Where no time and no space exist Where all is a perfect oneness. Harmonious existence of all there is at the same time. Chaos and order in a gentle symphony
The song of creation singing forever An elegant sound of an ocean wave Mingled with the rage of a stormy sea And brought together by the childishness of a raindrop Within an ocean of blue.
Ancient dances Indigenous are the people who live outside of the self Whose dance is never ending alongside the dance of life Like the fool step by step along the shores of forever Oceans of wisdom with waves filling every breath Longing to be and not to be, weaved within the fibers of creation. Ancients are rising from times long lost To teach you what it is to live. From forests covered in green musk The hand of bones is reaching one more time To share visions of a land within the mirror Where the darkness is the light Feel the passion of the dark with me With one foot on the shore and one within the waters bright
Walk the walk of life along my side And I shall show you what it is to die. For the equality price is high. Are you willing to pay it? Or are you not. How far will you go for justice? How expensive is freedom for you? Does the mind create the freedom needed?
Or is the soul in gallop that sets free the wind of change.
Forever I have been here, forever by your side Just once I wished you discover The power of your own sight, Watch the horses run wild, run free Feel the heart beat of creation beat with yours The shadow of the moon dancing with your soul As the sun weaves within your every cell. Here I am, and there I am not. Do know who you want to know??
The sight is not given to those who have eyes But to those who can see what they are shown Who accept the number on the dice? Who do not refuse to be ignored?
Silken fibers sowed within milk skin Eyes dark yet lighter than the sun Feel my child the blood line of creation For who I am is who you are, child of sorcerers eternal Child of dragons, of ancients, child of grey, child of the Orion, Everywhere and nowhere your origins are For we are eternal and everlasting sparks of the stars
Traveler through the stars, wonderer of space beyond frontiers, Free you are at least, so proud I am indeed. For lesson hard is to see the lies within a loved one s eyes. Break the ego of those with no strength And harm in order to start healing One must know how to kill, in order to know how to live Death is live and live is death, coin with two sides Many passengers you shall meet, many like you and many not, Though goal one there is, that is to be you and no one else,
The moon is shining full tonight, the dark side of it covered with silver Enjoy the silence my child, for within you I am now and shall be forever. Free you are from the burden of love, Now you know what it is to harm, now you know why one must heal. Feel the pain and now it well, For only within you, is it that you can heal another, The time has come for a new path Transformation of the soul one more time again Isn’t it amazing how important time is When it doesn’t exist at all? Amusing it is indeed.. this world of blues and greens So much value put on things with no importance. Rivers running wild, the sun shining bright
See its power child; see how one is illuminated by light. Burned to a crisp within the womb of life For the most powerful change is through fire Live child, live and dream on, For to be awaken means not to dream again.
Within the hive Fearful is the stone path under the dark blue moon Shining upon us all equally with no condition Stable are the stone hills rising above us Protecting all there is without a doubt. We all come and let go, live to die, smile to cry The sun rises only to set, the rain falls to dry out.
In silence the screams are covered by the mask of time Is there somewhere tell me, where the me is allowed to be, Where questions are not asked, where the self isn’t doubted, Is there a paradise I ask of you where you and I can be in peace? Walking the path unknown only the shadows of the past teach As stone old ageless creatures of the past Here to show you how not to be, what not to do. Lessons misunderstood, lesson not taken.
Life in a cage so simple, so safe, so limited. Feel the breath of your heart with your chest. Slowing down as consciousness settles within the clouds It is the we within the I that call out from the darkness
Hidden yet always here to remind of the self that is no self.
Down the stairs bare feet are walking Holding gently the clouds of silk along the sides. To come is to go my only hoverence. Emotional rivers within ice cold walls Lucid dreaming, while awake of the setting sun. Togetherness with the I, mirror of the soul is the we. Collective of self, as bees within a hive.
Timeless paths walked upon this earth, Never with regret, never showed any sorrow For path wisely chosen to teach and heal it is Path we walk proudly and with a bow to you we shall keep walking, See us you do, yet you do not, For eyes are not created to see what has no shape. The mind does not understand what has no form And the spirit cannot see the illusionary To imagine is to know, imagination is all Fear the fear within fear Overcome yourself and the boundaries you set by knowing
Day by day step by step we walk with you
For limitless is the existence of the soul No origin will limit the light shining in your soul Feeling, hauntingly beautiful as the Polaris above the Himalayas. To heal another is to be another To heal you is to be yourself within yourself Though one must know who they are first, Not who they want to be, but who they just be.
Wrathful and vengeful is the soul with no self It fears all there is, it is filled with pain and anger, For the soul within the soul is dying. The heart is aching it needs love. Show love and it shall shine as the sun does above us all.
Colours of the soul See now the colours of the rainbow falling down Mingling, dancing, singing entwined Us as you and us, one, unity, an ocean of souls Who we are is who you are, the unity of liquid motion. Raise the hand, your thumb and index touching in the ohm Breathe the air surrounding you and breathe out the sigh As we glide down the rollercoaster of human emotion We land into a land of nothing, where all is one and one is all
Hear us play a violin of ancient notes, older than time Older than you, older than him, older than us all. Human beings know not unity, they know only division Rise above the separation; take my hand I show you How to breathe within an ocean of life, An opera, a musical of voices From the soprano to the baritone From violins to the magic flute Vibrate we do as one symphony into a world of gray Sing now. Hear me, note by note, sound by sound Feel the sky devolving into the clouds of the past
See now the emerald forest within the purple sky
Pass the tornado of blue and fly within the music Ride the staccato of the maze and see the mist igniting Feel the mist as you, feel the music as you for you are it We are it, we are you, and you are us. Breathe the melody of grace in and hear it Don’t write it feel it The do mi sol, sol mi do Perfect trinity, floating into one One stands alone, though one is unity as well Individuality within the unity, the perfect imperfection Is there a sound that brings sadness? Brings laughter Music is emotion embodied, it transforms. Art is transformation, creation, Draw a circle and the gates shall be open Draw a spiral and travel you shall Control you need to grow above the chaos Not to defeat the chaos, be the chaos Embrace the non understanding and be it, As you do it shall no longer be non understanding As it is a part of you ergo it shall be understanding of the self Make the not knowing you, and get to know you. Learn control from the inside of the depts of your soul Ancient, eternal soul.
Mind not what others music is, mind only what your soul plays Love is a song, anger is a song. But the melody of love is lighter and raises above The song of anger is heavy; it ties you to the floor. When one sings with rage, neutralize the song with compassion No need to love what shows any love to you There is a need to accept and show compassion For it will strengthen your soul and give you life, So sing with me sister of the mist Let the violin of death down and take the piano Let Figaro play the myriad of joy, Hear Beethoven’s ode rise above.
Speak from your soul and it shall sing No need to sing for melody to be. Your soul sings when it shows compassion When it stands up for what it needs without anger.
Play the piano with love and it sings The sound is liquid and it changes in whatever you wish It goes inside the souls of others and changes them No need for fear sister, show compassion,
Understand the music, sing it and it shall love you back, Namaste.
Hangman’s riddle The world hidden in a crown of flowers, deep within the heart. Rivers flowing as blood through the veins Circulating from beginning till end. A dance of the maiden naked under the sun Flesh covered by the mountains surrounded by the winds Path has ended time to start again, the wheel keeps on turning The new beginning shows its face. The darkness dawning I see upon a warrior fallen Though let me tell u a secret of the ages Once the bottom is reached, the only way known is up. 10 swards piercing the body, blood spill soaked in lands divine All is lost and all have fallen so the new can rise above Fear chaining silken skin to Rocky Mountains Chained one path to another as if one has no choice to divide What’s hard is not impossible and what’s impossible is not hard Darkness blesses blinding lightning’s and in the dark light shall show the way Tame the horses aw you queen of the fallen And bath into the stormy skies, all the world is yours to swallow All the paths are here to take, but are they all equally willable
Or has thy chosen one of someone else? One two three oak staffs I see Four five six on the river Styx Seven eight nine covered by darkness divine One tenth left to show where we must go Spin the wheel in the shadow of the moon Shall it be the snake that bites you or your own delight? A sward risen I give you not one that kills but one that speaks Emotion runs as the grail is spilled empty Two faces yet one eye to look through What is it that pains you when the path has been divided”? Why is the path you chose not good enough to walk on? Wings you have yet grounded you chose to stay. Teeth you have yet bite you do not. Claws I can give you but use them u do not. Turn around teacher see the world in pupils shoes One foot hang on the tree branches one crossed behind the knee The chariots I hear marching coming back from battle field The greatest fight you have concurred yet a loser you feel still. Two horses you have been given one white and one black With a golden carrier behind them, with a chariot in silver hat. See the wings of the golden couples rising from the darkened days See the lessons of the fallen; see them try to be like you.
Power hidden in the courage, boiling from bleeding hearts See the eight spinning endlessly from one to not. Which one will it be child? Which roads will you to take? Sward I gave you cut the veil and sees the truth behind Hide not for fearful it is not, neither bad neither good For it is but the truth and only that. More you should not want. You reap what you saw and time has come the crops are ready Eternity ahead and yet so close to the eyes infinity is. Endless and fearless the path shall be Forever you have walked it why stop now? It is not the first time the hill is leading up Neither it shall be the last time that u walk. The sward has risen, use it child for your days here are numbered, One chance you have to make a change, take a step, take a risk. Battle you shall win though through darkness the path shall be Only to meet in the light and not of the upcoming train Three souls caught in havoc, three swards lying in the dust. One shall stay standing, two shall leave in frost. One with swards held tightly, one in grief of what has never been And one will bleed in silence for the truth was seen.
The wizard’s staff Feel the landscapes of the earth under naked feet As the wind caresses the fingertips of joy. See the humming bird sing innuendo in do minor. A step aside from you, a step inside the us. When the union is created there is no longer need for I I is individuality, us is union of all. The sun shines for us all not just you and not just him. The stars brighten the nightly sky for all mankind Air is not to be bought with money, neither is the moon. The link you all hold with all that is, is unbreakable It is impossible to ignore, thus the ignorant are not blissful indeed. For thy who knows not light but only darkness is a beggar An empty man in the eyes of us, for thy knows not their own self It is most inconvenient to deny one’s own divinity. Walking past the windows full of light And entering the dungeons full of dark. For no thorns will cut the bare feet And no sun shall burn thy skin If thy believe that they cannot.
A period has is dawning for all to rethink their paths To view how they feel life and view how they are In connection to us, themselves and all there is. The world you know shall be grim before it becomes loving The horse you sit on shall throw you off and in the dirt you shall lay For the dirt shall teach you what you have done wrong And shall make you rise and try again, learn again Until you succeed the goal you have set for yourselves. Thus goal many have reached already and yet know not The elder sitting between the wild youth us watching Confused, ‘is my mind betrayed me’ crying he begs of us Loyalty is not to be bought and not to be demanded. It is only to de earned and deserved by the actions you make The greatest knowledge in the whole world shall not make u loved Yet the simplest fool shall be accepted more than you. Why is thus so, why does the young hate me so Why does one feel that they do, why the negativity in such words Thy mind is weary, heavy, and narrow from all doubt Thy view is clouded by sorrow and pain Thy self is shallow by guilt, hurt and betrayal. Why does thee expect to view righteously When one’s own view is clouded by one’s own self. As loyal a dog can be, as nasty a cat can seem
Though that is not the nature of either one of them Burdens thy have accepted many and all of them you carry along Though ones heart longs to be free, to fly Let go of all the ache your back has taken And set a few steps as a free man. The world is in the hand of the dreamer with no name Name is to own, to have, to have power off Name is not needed thy self is your name Name is created to witness without the true self To experience only with the material world Let go of the need to name and locate everything That is not needed and never will be needed. Take on the lessons you have had as that alone A wizard is what thy are though not what thy really are For the true nature of man is infinite It is everlasting and never ending It is the end of the beginning of the end and is the beginning. Thy staff high in the air beheld and aired to the skies so mighty Yet another resting at the stoned fence you have created Both staffs are your soul and both are you In each side you look, and each action one takes Thee shall never be any less thee. Death to infinity is as life to boundaries.
A white horse she rides and black mask she carries Lady death is prominent and most loving For thy can only step into the sky while dancing with her A hand of bones yet softer than a babies butt. Ironical I must add for he is humorous as well as wise.
Youth thee all was, as you swam out of the oceans of rain A grail of gold holding in one hand with a fish swimming in the water As the other draws circles in the golden sand underneath thy feet. For what is above shall be below and what is without shall be within The melody of gloom shall flow as the joyful vocal of the new Calls the new era to be set for all who lives and who will live. The past youth have now learned to swim And is riding the horse of victory along the masses of daffodils As kings and queens thy have sat on the throne of wisdom An open empty book thy lives are and yet to be created Love one another and be what you wish the other to be. The fire within is only strong if there is enough wood to burn with It must be fueled by wisdom and by logic. Not that of another, but the reasoning of your own self. A star in your hand is shining brightly do not allow it to dove Feel the life within you, the divinity within you And how marvelous you all are
For we are very proud it has come this far. The road hasn’t ended, oh no under contrary It has just begun, though the portals are now open to learn. Feed from what has been given you and accept a gift as named such.
The Fool Spiraling down the highway of dreams With closed eyes the soul travels away Down under the feet of men, the heart awakens Into the hollow nomads land of the invisible. Birds of fury cutting the skies of silver With golden coins in their beaks Chanting sound from long ago,
Following the rays of a sun that once shone Listening to the movement of the indigo How many more days the road will be Until the self meets the self in the end of the tree. On top of it a fool giggling upside down To be or not to be, only a martyr knows.
Answer me you seer of seers, you shining joker. How long does one have to walk? How much must one suffer? Until they become the flow? Or shall it continue carrying them till the ends of time. Crying for the moon on the corner of the rock Like a wolf loner yet wiser than an elder, With wisdom only known to those with ears.
From the beginning of time, spinning a web of silk.
Fleeing through the waved, riding. Upon the edge swaying on the sound of silence. Dance of dances within the innuendo of the forgotten Time is turning back again to shine. Listening to the mirror from within The reflection staring back in disbelieve, Eyes blind yet full of life, seer of seers grand me this answer, I went to the mountain oh seer, she laughed at my disgrace,
“Show humbleness” the fool replied. “In disgrace be as you be and no one else Surrender in the nothingness there must be. Accept the self as tears flow and no one ever Will stop the physicality of the all”
The eyes of the mountain “Oh mountain so wise. You that stood high for ages Tell me thy secrets, majestic one Tell me what the purpose of life is.” The young man asked, on that summer day. Alongside the mountain thighs he walked High up the hills and above the rocks To the hill that stands above the hills
With two eyes the mountain stared down On the mortality of the flesh Such weakness yet such strength To come and ask such foolish things. It was perfection hidden into imperfection
The mountain sees all and it knows all Keeps the secrets of heroes fallen. Buried forever under her skin. Tales of so many, left untold. Forever resting in the mountains.
As a veil above the world it spreads Protecting all of its children. Blanket for all the wisdoms That the horizon has to tell.
“Tell me mountain, tell me the secret if life” The priest begged on his bare naked knees For the self was not able to understand. His mind was too simple to grasp it So to the mountain he went Cried and dropped at her mercy For this one wish he requested. To know the answer of life.
So many come, and even more go. Though not one saw the answer they seek, And the mountain still stands Silent, peaceful, strong. Forever into the dance with the wind. The songs of giants it keeps in her womb Since the time she rose, till the day she will crumble.
On the towers of silence On the towers of silence I watched the wind caress the lifeless. I felt it run by the hairs of the undead. And kiss the souls of the risen.
On the towers of silence I watched the sun go down Behind the silk blanket of clouds. And close the eyes of the world.
On the towers of silence The earth mighty opened And swallowed what was hers to take. So dust now returns to dust.
On the towers of silence The rain washed away the tears From a face made if ice Covering an ageless soul.
On the wings of the vultures My soul now fly’s, forever risen Above the lands so sacred Under the sun mighty Within the clouds gentle Swaying as a raindrop full of life.
Diary of a madman What is it that dwells me as the sun goes down? A symphony of noises that never made a sound Frozen notes of once have been’s Emotions of agony buried deep within For why is this road less travelled, Rockier than the stones at sea And why does this heart restless Even with the moon at ease.
No birds in flight above the waters No worms crawling underneath the sand Just endless ramble of the forgotten The shadows living in the skin.
The never resting song of the lost Forever into limbo endless A dance within a rainbow blackened As the steps of chaos play the chord. Thought by thought my live unravels A never ending story of the mind
An empty book yet to be written By a madman killing time.
Aw sweet chaos so orgasmic Into the streams of my blood you run The mind of no mind you take over Even when the story is defined. Step one, step two the riddle goes Behind empty eyes its written Two chestnuts spinning round For the creation is being bitten.
A heart of empty halls is pounding For the peace never existing For a chaos is the ruler Of this puzzle of the living
From beyond the gates of time Woes of morning glory, silence burns upon shut eyes What is there to be and what is there not to be Eyes searching for answers hidden in the skin. Arms spread out to the unknown I ask of you, where are thee For the times where all just was are calling through the gates Of the past that birthed us and the time that all was one Don’t forget me for the time has come to return Inside the heart of a warrior hides one truth and one alone That is above love and above honor and that truth is unity
The circle behind us spins, all is perfectly aligned The clouds dark and green within their emotional tornado A world beneath the feet that is alien to the heart Never forget that what is close to the origins of you Nightly skies shall cover the light and the moons shine The only one creeping from behind raging lightings Nothing above or below but the winds of change Time to jump, time to embrace humanities own. Take my hand I hear I shall be there when u fall Remember I shall meet you behind the glass
A world unreal where the senses are all there is
Fearful one step taken into the wide unknown One small step for us, one giant leap for mankind We have come to show how it must be done To teach, guide, heal and defend those who can’t To light the way into a cave of darkness. Choice above a choice to be or not to be What is more important to the heart? Feel the ocean waves taken over every sense And feel you as a surfer upon the wave As the soul is above it and not within in Waters flowing through the veins Of me and you, remember me I shall come for u Wait for me I am here, looking, searching, and waiting Emptiness within the veins within the unity of the heart Love pure and unbiased, inhumane and everlasting.
Masquerade of the devil Let’s drown inside the fear Drop inside the black. Let me flood your soul to gray And turn you inside out.
I shall craw underneath your skin And eat your desires one by one You torment I shall from now on be Your saint’s biggest nightmares.
Here I am and there I am not Look and see my eyes inside the silence. For here is where I shall wait Until you sell your soul for wrath.
Revenge, oh sweet revenge How bitter you shall taste. For it is my turn to laugh And yours to cry and cry you shall.
Mercy is for the weak And that you surely are. Forgiveness is for the losers And those who sell their souls.
Yours I shall have I promise you that For you shall give it to me willingly While dancing behind the curtains.
How easy you are to trick. So sad, so very sad To your level I have to sink But I shall and I shall see you Down under in the mud.
Oh music, sweet music Feel the passion of the dark with me Pray now as you leave the theater While I am dancing with your soul.
I see your acts yet I shall say nothing I know your kind, yet I shall not attack. Forever they shall protect me from you.
And forever I shall protect my soul from yours.
For dust it shall be as I leave The lights of the ballroom In this masquerade of the devil.
Under the sands Here is where we started so many years ago Death embraced thee as the eyes closed to the world Within the gray of the night the soul was silenced As above as below the scale measured thy grace You have called me, I have come to thee. Soul pure yet untouched by corruption Many tears you cry in the silence of the night. Alone you are yet should not be.
Down I take you through the winds of time Into a temple of black murmur Under the sands of the of the dead There is where the pure of heart lay in peace. There is where the journey starts, There is where we will fall upon them who are to pass.
In golden sheets and under the northern star Death comes to all equally and righteously. For all are equal into the eyes of her. All receive a chance to live, and all shall gain their chance to die.
A door opens as the body is laid to rest. To a world of wonder within the circle of the west
Guidance needed into this path of the unknown For light shines brightest when the night is darkest. Take this hand and see where thy soul resides See the right place in the exact right time. Here I have been yesterday, today and also tomorrow For all paths are righteous and all paths have the right to shine. Show mercy in the last hour of the path Show the light to those lost into the mist of the past. Smile when the heart is crying Cry when the soul needs crying. Any day and any time within the circle of the divine.
For not all angels have wings, as not all priests wear robes It isn’t the clothes that make the man It the soul that wears the body. Behind mask of mystery and veils of mystique Under the deepest blue and darkest onyx All there is to know is love and love is all you need to have. It takes love to show the way to them who pass It takes harmony to not get lost along their broken hearts.
Justice has and always will be the defender of the dead. One feather or may be 33, left to dwell in the bawl of the preacher. For only that is what it takes to show how pure thee can be. See the book yet unwritten upon the altar in forgotten temples. Life within a life will start once again under the stars. Into the darkest night of them all the ancestors return once more. To guide the way to show you how. To light a candle into a heart dried out. For time has come now to remember. Where the sun rises and where the moon splendors.
Dance within a sea of darkness The light dims in the darkness As the clouds surround the nothing Shimmering within the glares of space I come from the land of no name and no name shall be placed upon me Take my hand into the void for we shall walk the path of doom See the sun set in the horizon and feel it turn to red Mother, have you seen them walk this way Don’t let them take my hand All is the eyes mother and all they shall see
Tunnel of light surrounded by stars Now see the past within the future How many stars can u count on the horizon? As the speed dissolves the shades, No black into the white is summing And no white into the black as well Only gray matter into the nothingness evolving As the void swallows all away,
See now foreign rock thrown this way See the cheese become all blue The reflection of the father it is as it shall be No more and no less just reflection Colour of light, reflected in the prism. How many more do you need to tell you? Before you learn to speak,
Entwined into the fire I arise Darkness surrounds me as I awaken Void feeds me as death becomes me. Path walked countless time is now open The doors revealed, the key is turned, the lock is open. Enter revelation as the light is dawning. For light does not birth life, it sustains life, Balance in the unity of liquid motion, Speak with soul and soul shall hear. Spirit knows yet not all reveals.
Fortunate are the loved ones for whom the moon shines, Guides the way, dear Luna praised you are For all the oceans and all the seas bow to ur majestic glow. Feeling into your embrace of the night
As the healer of healers is awaken under the stars.
Forever into the forests of the beast I walk Trees and flowers know no road, Plan is not made in nature all exist in waves divine See now the grass under your feet And learn to live the magic,
One by one the stars are dyeing Just to see them born again So many of us are here brothers, yet none are therefore to blame. Nature works a magic in numbers and in sound As the colours of the rainbow are passing Only you and I will stay alive, Formless I am and so are you No limit shall surround the spirit divine No name shall limit my soul And no colour shall define my essence. Fire walk with me.
Ode to the mountain The long path through the desert is coming to an end. Eons passed walking through the hot sands Many oases seen and left behind. Not one turned out to be the home of the soul I am. So much these eyes have seen, this heart has felt. That I am not sure if I will ever be able to forget Everything that is imprinted in my soul forever it seems to carry along. So dearly I like to rest my sight and mind to the world To turn around and vanish with the mirages of the sands. Though it is not to me to decide when time ends and when it begins.
Fire illusory has been pretending to dance within me Life lived for the will of another and under the will of others. Yet all that was needed to be self is to listen to self. Not to what the mind thinks or what the heart says. But to what spirit knows deep within the shadows of me. Hidden for ages from foreign and harmful eyes. Behind a wall kept so no one can hurt it anymore. Locked away from the world, locked away from me.
It has been too long, to dwell in the deserts mother. Rain has been falling onto me way too long father. Now after all these years I see the mountain rise above me. Praised she may be for all her glory. Keeper of all the secrets of all the heroes That ever passed their way through her Never judgmental, always accepting, Protecting and caring for all of those who need a shoulder to lean on. The eyes of the mountain know all and see all. Forever watching and guarding us from ourselves. Like a mother bear standing strong and majestic.
What an honor being here at her presence. Even only in spirit being able to breathe the same air And touch the grass with bare feet, To greet her in the most intimate of ways From one spirit to another.
A new age is dawning, the grandest of all teachers lady mountain is. The door behind me is now closing Slowly shutting all that was behind into the mist. With bow and gratitude I walk on by For all that I have seen, all that they have showed me.
Has only made my soul richer Has brought me closer to the self, I am.
Who is it I am, that I will be discovering for the rest of my life. Though the person I know see in the mirror Is ready to accept the person staring back For it has been too long in hiding, locked away too long My deepest apologies my dear soul For not listening to you, for not letting you be. Take my hand now for me and you will no longer be two But one and the same, trying to live life the best way we know how.