„So, shall we meet again tonight?“ „It’d be my pleasure, and my pride.“ „Would it be already now…“ „It shall be my solemn vow!“ Time is cruel beyond hope…“ „Fickle, brilliant caleidoscope!“ „My heart is trying to escape“ „To win another’s humble shape.“...
Imagine crystal worlds where, Inside a prism’s sphere, Names are colours, sparkling; And no room for any darkling. A place of Truth and Love, And Consciousness above, Where the light of revelation shines: Where thought with heart alignes. Countless light years gone,...
(N)Euer Senf – mittelscharf, wenn’s geht