ana
The Living Force
Oh death, don't leave me,
Do not leave me now that finally listening precedes language,
Now that the origin has become a faithful witness of his own manifestations,
and silence the rotund truth that lurks in all of them
Oh death, you are faithful companion,
with your cold eyes you pierced every one of the veils of Maya,
you appeared in my dreams wounding death to lies that had been set for oblivion,
and now, my beloved Death, I know, I will embrance the vacuous sustainer of the pure now,
the pure creative freedom.
Now Oh my beloved, stay with me,
How, if not, do I have to abandon this last illusion wich is time?
Do not leave me now that finally listening precedes language,
Now that the origin has become a faithful witness of his own manifestations,
and silence the rotund truth that lurks in all of them
Oh death, you are faithful companion,
with your cold eyes you pierced every one of the veils of Maya,
you appeared in my dreams wounding death to lies that had been set for oblivion,
and now, my beloved Death, I know, I will embrance the vacuous sustainer of the pure now,
the pure creative freedom.
Now Oh my beloved, stay with me,
How, if not, do I have to abandon this last illusion wich is time?
