A place outside Tellus
When we die our body
disappears, while the soul continues to exist,
so when we die hundreds of silk bands are broken, flowing with the wind, becoming a part
of the flower beds in the concrete towns, the green forests, the majestic mountains
and the rock tones a late night in the streets of Oslo.
so when we die hundreds of silk bands are broken, flowing with the wind, becoming a part
of the flower beds in the concrete towns, the green forests, the majestic mountains
and the rock tones a late night in the streets of Oslo.
Silk ribbons that once
were tied around the hands
and feet of man goes apart,
but one day we will be reunited
somewhere beyond
what we know as Tellus.
and feet of man goes apart,
but one day we will be reunited
somewhere beyond
what we know as Tellus.
Outside of what we
know
as time and space, light and dark.
All I know is that they are out there,
right beside us, in a parallel.
as time and space, light and dark.
All I know is that they are out there,
right beside us, in a parallel.
Even a person who
runs out of time,
will have a bit of themselves
in this world, because the silver cord
connects us to the soil light,
which in the spring will start to give us
the fragrant lilac bushes, the white anemones
in the middle of the forest, the yellow heads at the roadside.
will have a bit of themselves
in this world, because the silver cord
connects us to the soil light,
which in the spring will start to give us
the fragrant lilac bushes, the white anemones
in the middle of the forest, the yellow heads at the roadside.
Just like this, the
spring flowering
and the nascent birdsong, shall remind us
of the disintegrating people
and the nascent birdsong, shall remind us
of the disintegrating people