I met a human who died many centuries ago. "Around myself wreathe your arms": he said without sound without movement, nevertheless I heard him. Ecstatic magnificence bloomed for a split of eternity in a garden of weeping senses and swallowed up all my perceptions... "Your solitude has thrown you between waking and dream, between us and them between soil and fertile emptiness. I feel the tears festering inside of your land, please let them out, release the sadness of your spirit he is crying for HOME!" AND I OBEYED In his purgative emprance that as a messengers from somewhere else, MY SOUL ENTERED... I delightfully trembled as though anticipating the most distant and the nearest breath, breath the most precious! My fear was getting smaller with his every touch. "Become absorbed in deep yourself, till you will be integrated with me." "Breathe your soul, let it pervade beyond the Earth of mind. Beyond the oceans of dreams, there where your experience does not reach there I shall take you and then you will realize. The crown of the masters you will put and let the tears festering for thousand years flow AWAY!!!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
