On the way:
Riding the wind
And all on my own
I heal and I learn
My working gets done
The way to:
To drink from this well
And cross through the river
I bathe in the Source
Smoke off the Mirror
Trade:
I offer one eye
To be able to see
And rover the world
My wings and no creed
And again:
I let go of concept
So that I may know
Nine worlds, and in there
Replenish my soul
l'obscurité est mon seul ami
4 years ago
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