I sink into the inaccuracy of thought, one that turns into shapeless pictures and an ethereal spirit My body is no more, my ascent is languishing in the tumult of the great chaos of cosmos The singing bowl reminds me of this non-existence that guides us
I sink , I sink and sees the gods looking at me The inconceivable and unmanifested
Unfetter, shakle, Moksha
Secret wisdom may pierce this fleshly tree Stars between thee
The last vibration of the seventh eternity thrills through infinitudeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.