As movement is born from action
A thought is born from reaction
As the universe started creating itself
It created a concept of itself
Through forming a thought
of that first movement,
Creating a memory-
and consciousness was born!
In the middle of the darkness
The consciousness took life:
Remained in the stillness of the first consciousness
that still holds the truth, the power!
And more consciousness took life
Starting to wonder throughout the universe,
IT started to create.
IT left the center stillness
Distributed itself to all parts of the universe
Giving, giving, giving
It's me, it's you and them.
Until they and we realize it's One,
IT can not achieve its purpose
Of uniting with the center, the stillness, the great power
That holds the Truth.
The memory of creation
The center of knowledge
Within the grass and the prophets,
The earth and the killers
IT is everywhere.
We forgot! Why?
Who stole our memories?
Memories of tears forming the clouds;
Memories of the smell of fresh broken stones;
Memories of screaming dead lyrics
coming from the sky.
Because we forgot to hear them-