I am sitting here in the raging wind, marveling at the beauty of the lightning tearing the sky. The trace left behind for just a moment in my gaze.
The thunder makes me lose my voice, my bowels shudder from the deep rumbling. What and exhibition of power! Who am I in the face of this vastness?
Pilgriming through this world, I can only bow my head to this perfection, the imposing weight of the mountains takes my breath away The purity and peace of the field of snow reveal the other side, where my soul dwells.
Waves shattering forcefully against the rocks, the wind howling and roaring, the terrifying bear, the lightning-quick eagle, the powerful stalling.
What is this force attracting my soul?
Only yesterday I felt strong and mighty. I mastered a new step leading toward power. I thought that I would soon attain the pinnacle but today, my plans are dismissed. My being, still arrogant yesterday, is satisfied today by the vastness around me.
Pilgriming through this world, I can only bow my head to this perfection, the imposing weight of the mountains takes my breath away The purity and peace of the field of snow reveal the other side, where my soul dwells.
The thirst of absoluteness is newly awakened. The consciousness of infinity is back. Is there someone, something behind this magnitude?
I want to become one with this absoluteness, feeling the thunder resonate in me.
May all the darkness in my life be swept away by this howling windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
