| Facing a storm, |
| His perception was awakened in communication. |
| Disastrous situations, that’s what will make you learn. |
| Before the roar, |
| His opinions were a simple translation of a mind that couldn’t see |
| Storms can breed clarity! |
| Shed your pride, tame yourself |
| Egos must lie down |
| Lower! |
| Lower! |
| Hearing is not listening |
| Learning is not doing |
| Hearing is not listening |
| To observe is not to see. |
| Beyond our words, |
| wordless exchanges exist. |
| You breathe the world |
| The world is you, don’t resist. |
| Search for insight! |
| A new surge through the massive stream, |
| An impulse rising to life in the womb of the planet, |
| A king’s voice soars. |
| Shed your pride, tame yourself |
| Egos must lie down |
| Lower! |
| Lower! |
| Fighting the night was a matter of life, |
| A gate to cross, not an endpoint, not a triumph. |
| Humility is found, |
| When the observer becomes the observed |
| Obstacles fall, |
| Paving the path. |
| Journeys like Barton’s drag you through untold changes, |
| Uncharted territories. |
| That day the tables tuned, |
| Twilight was consumed, riddled by down. |
| Flooded by lights, a late breath of life filled my on chest |
| A beryl forest lighting the void |
| A new surge through the massive stream, |
| An impulse rising to life in the womb of the planet |
| A king’s voice soared. |