in the darkest of rivers
on the Southern hemisphere
drowning in ironstained waters
washed up on a rose beach
in a lost world
never did i forget that moment
of true brillance
flickering like the flame of a candle in the wind
only later did i see
the true intension of the river in the South
To Trust
in the highest of mountains
at the Northern frontiers
by the retreat of the eight rooms
a familiar song came to my ear
all those born with wings
a munk stopped to greet
taught me how to count
then the grass stopped growing
kept itself green
but near to the ground
only later did i see
the true intension of the munk in the North
The Infinite Truth
in the driest of deserts
in the middle East
the sanddunes settled down
as rainbowcolored rocks
in which dwellings were carved
A silent Shaman of ancient descent
took me by the heart and taught me how to fly
up the steepest canyonwalls
to the plateau of timeless views
above
only later did i see
the true intension of the Shaman in the East
In Myself
I thank the River for the trust
I thank the Munk for the eternal truth
I thank the Shaman for myself
I thank myself for letting fear die
in those precious moments
when the Winds larger than life blows from the Four Corners of the World
they`re blowing now
I`m heading West
only later will I see
the true intension
By Giving It Away
the infinite truth
in myself
by giving it away
jeg fant en kode i ditt store epos
