We who sing in the darknes, we who wander the moonlit forest, we who love he shadows: we are and were will be and will never become, we are all and nothing...trapped in the circle, neverending...
Burzum
Lost Wisdom
June 1991
While we may believe
our world - our reality
to be that is - is but one
manifestation of the essence
Other planes lie beyond the reach
of normal sense and common roads
But they are no less real
than what we see or touch or feel
Denied by the blind church
'cause these are not the words of God
- the same God that burnt the
knowing
I have found my treasure..no words can measure it...in natureit is...but brighter than the sun, greater than forests, mightier than oceans ...
I sing to the wind now...yet my voice is finaly heard....
Have you ever tought about infinity, other worlds that lay beyond our minds and our power? We are all too weak for some things, yet sometimes we get a drip of water from the ocean of knowledge. Sometimes it becomes harmony...peace. Sometimes it becomes destruction, death...khaos.
Sometimes it is just you.....
Post je objavljen 25.06.2006. u 21:29 sati.