One colour after the other is swallowed and every
thing turns into magic blue. Elias simultaneously
flies, swims, walks and hovers through the vortex
into a vast and vivid light. Earthly measures are
erased and one dimension is linked closely with
each other, imperceptibly. Distractedly, he follows
the traces of water, earth, air and fire to the centre
of the spiral. Elias has left behind allreason and is
driven by purest energy. Love and intuition lead
him through the chaotic tunnel like an interior
motor. The faces of people he knows and knew in
various lives appear in the stream, they melt with
each other and turn into new variants. Their voices
sound through the empty room and are equal but
yet so different. The sounds of noise and silence
alternate with each other, deleted is the difference
between left and right and up and down. Slowly but
irresistibly, Elias becomes conscious of himself
being a part of the river of existence. Everything is
one, a unity. The world's accomplished in every
moment, every second, every day...
A psychic gravity I defy
While the body takes off to fly
Energetic streams, they run through me
Eradicate the unbound limbs for free
To the borders of imagination
Perpetual movement, no stagnation
I'm a sailor in the liquid spheres of mind
That's where I create my own reality
In this Colourado all that I can find
Is one single moment in eternity
Into the river of faces thou shalt dive
To see the various forms of life
Existence is a constant flow
Hundreds and thousands come and go
They all change and they renew
Within a moment, just like you!
In darkened temples where the spirits rise
and blue spotlights guide the wanderer's path.
Silence is loud, fire is as cold as ice
and love's a cure for my life's aftermath
Can't distinguish one voice from the other
Groans of the dying ones, still they bother
The cheerful from the weeping, screams of wrath,
Lamentations of the longing, caught in death
Every single voice has its own story to tell. There are old
men, unborn babies, happy children, wretched women and
joyful girls. And some spirits even look like trees and flowers.
But the process of realization in Elias marches on, and in the
light which swallows everything he catches the sight of Melissa's
face. Blurred and glassily but yet beautiful like a princess and as
brightly as a star she smiles at him. Distant and yet so close he
feels her presence and feels every word she speaks more intensely
than ever before:
"Elias, my beloved, oh don't you look so sad at me,
splendour is not just in thoughts and words,
the magnitude of life you have to see!
Go on my dear, although the farewell hurts!"
thing turns into magic blue. Elias simultaneously
flies, swims, walks and hovers through the vortex
into a vast and vivid light. Earthly measures are
erased and one dimension is linked closely with
each other, imperceptibly. Distractedly, he follows
the traces of water, earth, air and fire to the centre
of the spiral. Elias has left behind allreason and is
driven by purest energy. Love and intuition lead
him through the chaotic tunnel like an interior
motor. The faces of people he knows and knew in
various lives appear in the stream, they melt with
each other and turn into new variants. Their voices
sound through the empty room and are equal but
yet so different. The sounds of noise and silence
alternate with each other, deleted is the difference
between left and right and up and down. Slowly but
irresistibly, Elias becomes conscious of himself
being a part of the river of existence. Everything is
one, a unity. The world's accomplished in every
moment, every second, every day...
A psychic gravity I defy
While the body takes off to fly
Energetic streams, they run through me
Eradicate the unbound limbs for free
To the borders of imagination
Perpetual movement, no stagnation
I'm a sailor in the liquid spheres of mind
That's where I create my own reality
In this Colourado all that I can find
Is one single moment in eternity
Into the river of faces thou shalt dive
To see the various forms of life
Existence is a constant flow
Hundreds and thousands come and go
They all change and they renew
Within a moment, just like you!
In darkened temples where the spirits rise
and blue spotlights guide the wanderer's path.
Silence is loud, fire is as cold as ice
and love's a cure for my life's aftermath
Can't distinguish one voice from the other
Groans of the dying ones, still they bother
The cheerful from the weeping, screams of wrath,
Lamentations of the longing, caught in death
Every single voice has its own story to tell. There are old
men, unborn babies, happy children, wretched women and
joyful girls. And some spirits even look like trees and flowers.
But the process of realization in Elias marches on, and in the
light which swallows everything he catches the sight of Melissa's
face. Blurred and glassily but yet beautiful like a princess and as
brightly as a star she smiles at him. Distant and yet so close he
feels her presence and feels every word she speaks more intensely
than ever before:
"Elias, my beloved, oh don't you look so sad at me,
splendour is not just in thoughts and words,
the magnitude of life you have to see!
Go on my dear, although the farewell hurts!"