Within the dormant blaze of inner galaxies From singularity of our black-charred wisdom The true joy of living when i rot As i rise my hand to deeds no longer When my voice is but a whisper remembered
As the book of life is closed to me, the path opens To dimensions of holiest nothingness from these solid dreams The the vivid void that hurls its tail in cosmic vastness Returning forever to grace of the un-manifested Master
Ex nihilo I emerge As the serpent of mind is laid down in awe Should the temple of flesh be emptied And under the star of all morning glory These ways of thy majesty will crystallize into adamantine powerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
