Every night the man rises his imaginary stage in his theatre he becomes actor, spectator of himself Every night the man rises his imaginary stage The man is dreaming.
I dream to float on my life’s surface I am the stranger who looks inside.
I am not the material body, constructed by the seven elements. I am not the five senses, the hearing, the taste, the olfaction, the touch, the sight.
And I am not the sound, the savour, the smell, the matter, the seeing. And I am not the five knowledge elements, the speaking, the movement, the feeling.
I am not the five vital breaths nether I am the thinking mind And I am not the memory, concerning the residual impressions of objects.
I am a dreamer, who hates illusions and this produces the vicious rage I’m not able to refuse. I lost myself in darkness.
In the obscurity I find myself again I annihilated myself and now I get conscience of my power I burn out and I reborn I desire and my unconscious satisfies me.
I dream to float on my life’s surface I am the stranger who looks inside… I am a dreamer, who hates illusions.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
