| The abyss silver heart conceals the eternal prayer
|
| Fire and wind contain the timeless secrets of the knowledge
|
| Ancestral spirits of the elemental space materialize their ethereal shape
|
| Dryads, Naiads, Devas, Oreads
|
| I trust the practice and theory of what is agreed to call magic
|
| I believe in the spirits' evocation, in the power to create magic illusions
|
| In the visions of truth in the depth of mind
|
| I believe mind’s boundaries shift continually
|
| And different minds can flow together, one into the other
|
| And create or reveal a unique energy and individual memories are part
|
| Of a great collective memory, the memory of Nature itself
|
| Perpetual movement eternal rotation, oscillation of the night sky
|
| Oh silence devour the eternity of Time
|
| As above, so below. |
| My end is my beginning |