The path of the Sun

As the rain falls hard upon your roof,
I dream of a beach,
With golden sands,
You waking upon them,
Ethereal being.

I can see the sun shinning from within You,
I can feel the vibration, your body,
The music you choose.

The path of creation,
Strong within you.
Re-invention,
This wretched world.
For others lost in translation,
For you what you will It,
As long as you actually do…

                                See not the blurry mirages 

                                Surrounding ships in a foggy sea 

                                Feel the world in its root 

                                Face the truth of Pain 

                                Pain is not life, 

                                Love is. 

                                Inside our flesh, 

                                Life is pain, 

                                Besieged castle, 

                                By Others. 

                                Look, 

                                Behind your photos lies reality. 

                                Pain 

                                Torment 

                                The man without bread, 

                                 His tears water, 

                                 Quenching his thirst. 

                                 Absent beings 

                                 Monsters 

                                 Govern. 

                                 This life of ours, 

                                 Filled 

                                 Pain. 

                                 Through this, 

                                 We must shine our light… 

Your name inbetween,
Your light.
Cypris,
Favor grants
Power of Love and Life.

Fear not for the darkness
What exists also ceases
What dies is also reborn
Eternal life-circle…

Listen to the wind
Follow the rain that chokes your spirit
Feel the light calling you
Somewhere behind the veil
You know your path

The meal is cooked
If you realise
The fire is burning

And beyond the snow
Beyond the white veil of ash
As time sits upon time
Our souls existed once
And still remain so
Even in the absence of our bodies.

There is always a shelter
Far from the common
Away from the safety of the womb
A shelter humane
A shelter of belief
For a warm hug and a hot cup of cocoa.

Smell the aroma of the flowers
The aroma of the soaked soil
It is the sweat of our labour
The principle of our existence
Through toil we shall find light.
Through darkness lies the clear path.
And you need not walk upon it alone…