Blood Incantation
The Message
What does it mean to be human?
And the nature of consciousness?
The mystery has been revealed
By the dance of nature's quiet songs of the birds
Lifetimes ago the first questions arose
After the impetus of thought
If I am everywhere here
What is the all out there?
And at once, void was birthed
Echoing through aeons
Of dust coalesced as form
Something from nothing
Eventually the all from null
Unfolding presciŠµnce
Rising tides of thought ebb and flow
LikŠµ an endless river, winding through our hearts
To animate the deepest resonance of our souls
To be, to create
To know thyself, to give
From Letras Mania