I have nothing of my own essense.
I'm a vessel without walls
Of an endless sky, and the angels
Sing the symphony of the world.
All that comes from the earth is humming,
Having no power over me.
And the evil snakes come succumbing,
Bringing poison of moon within.
That is why my own voice is reaching
The remotest sides of a soul.
And the wolves run away from pitches
to forget what they are longing for.
And you always come to me there.
To escape with me from yourself.
So sit on my knees and with care
I'll remove lock from your forehead.