Mittwoch, 14. September 2011

The same moon I see

 The same moon I see,
The same path I walk,
Through iron veils of life and death.

Two trees have grown
Three trees arise,
In a book written or not.

And a falcon that does not exist
Circles under a golden sun
Over an impossible valley.

With his feather the book will be written without a sign nor rune:

Most beautiful
A web of possibilities
Flows into the cauldron.

Na, Du weisst schon...;-)

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