The pressure of the void ,
Filling the essence,
Compressed the flesh,
Opening a new path.
A grain of reason in the womp of the sea flared up,
finding a refuge for restart.
It was the birth of life in the unity of cosmic energy with themes,
where the sigh of life filled the omnipresent whirlpool,
Being born by the will of positive.
Sheltered from the weather,
thy wrote about the history of a human life.
The origin of the thread was originally associated ,
With the purity of the waves covered life in search of a purpose to do it right.
Filling that womb with the beauty of the ways,
Putting patience into the pages,
And leaving only the beginning of kindness in memory,
Giving birth to the intellect of days,
reviving the beginning that was laid down in the genes for many many years by the power of thought,
Preserving the path against evil.
Where the perfection of the forms ,
Was created by thought given rise to a new path in the movement of the ambassador,
Which gave wings to the primary path,
Turning a blind eye to genetics form,
Changed mentality with the power of thought ,
Where beautiful dreams were beautiful songs,
That fill the memory of the incarnation in that world,
filling everything with the vital energy ,
That spirit had generated in the body of thought.