Within the Without - Funeral Mist

In golden flames, the old self is burning

Worlds tremble as my cup overflows

Former deserts flooded with spirit

Come!

Bask now in the glow of the rebirth

Six hours of falling forever

Through the loops of the refiner’s void

A furnace of spiritual plenum

Cruel wheel of unrelenting ego death

I give in to the void — lest we be trapped in here forever

Lest we be — within the without

Observing myself from the left wall

Each candle a waterfall of gold

The blue room vibrates to gain power

No past, no future, only now

Sudden metamorphosis burst forth

Waves of latent divinity released

The remnants of the lower self lie shattered

The one-ness of God splintered and dispersed

We travel inwards…

North and South collide with a thunder

East and West have merged with up and down

Time itself has long lost its meaning

All hail the new sacrament!

I give in to the void

Lest we be trapped in here forever

Most of the face appears missing

No surface has ever been dry

Hands of cold reach for my soul

No past, no future, only now

I give in to the void lest we be trapped in here forever

Lest we be stuck in the banishment — we soar within the without

I give in to the void lest we be trapped in here forever

The spirit of the new sacrament has built in us a tomb