Dear Siren, reach the disturbing depths of my Soul
to touch the unexplained prima materia.
In between the falling Wings,
Transmute your definition of existence,
put new meanings under construction.
night-blossoming territory
To find the answer of who you are
you have to answer what your Paradise is made of.
Hypnotic concepts of existence,
mythical mirror
Souls create in search of Paradise
not while in Paradise.
new meaning of the Orphic Egg
Who are you?
It takes courage to turn this question into a road.
Not-yet-expanded definition of freedom,
not-yet-liberated dogma
Sometimes humans leap into the dark
to find the spiritual version of their own independent light.
at the edge of the Theory of Everything