Reality must sleep, for a while
As I travel beyond our language
Our personalities are manifestation of spirit
The stream of eternal life carry us on to the end
We are rushing oh so fast... Worship not
Observation is creation, creation is reality
Astral dawn. I shall see the faun
The atheist shall mourn for ever
The morning is my consciousness
The world is my eyes
The world is the lives, of all that lives
Mankind dies as I close my eyes
Live and seek your destiny
Seek the gate within your self
More I shall not say
Beware of evil, it has many forms, for it is not one
Before my silence was past
Let it now return