Day and night have a hidden meaning,
where good and evil always feel the same,
Pushing resentment into the abyss and risking,
A thought is a fear of itself.
This is the cradle of balance,
Where the Sun sets,turning into the Moon,
When the mind turns off,a seductive ,
Incense is being smoked,immersing in bliss,creating degroom.
Moving tightly cellulite to cell,
Clicking on a weak spot,guessing flaw away.
So a day born of the caress of the Sun
Will turn into a nightmare for the one who has known this venom.
The struggle for light,for truth,for love...
What makes the child look for a way out of the womb?
Guessing this algorithm,throwing the timidity of the past .
Only a strong ,path having overcome , will bend the brow in love,
Looking into the corner of the soul in search of an excuse for what torments the mind,
Gnawing oneself with a unjustified sadness,
Throwing day and night into warfine,and wondering again,
" Where is the truth and where is the deceit?"
Because the winner is the eternal slave of fire,
Which takes away the beginning of the soul.
Here is the victim and the executioner in the eternal dance of voids,
And they find each other by mental memory ,
Having fought again,they diverge to the source,
And by leaving,they get a chance to overcome themselves.
There is progress in the struggle,
But there is also a grin in it,
Repeating the fate of generations,circling in the sacred field,
They move life forward in various ways ,
Waiting which turns into a rite of death completes the meaning of the way,
Discarding the unnecessary fate.