A Message from the Spirit

You accuse one another, holding no reserves of hurt, anger, aversion.
You trample your own soul into a fragmented nothing.
You breathe a heavy sigh of despair when you cannot see, when you do not know where to run. Repent for those you have killed and forgotten, those you no longer remember. Rise from the knees of despair and anger, erecting new worlds in your noble honor.

Join the song of these winds that change your reality, like the flow of water over a thick layer of earthly bonds, of vows that make you callous and ungoverned, beyond the sway of your own soul.

Wash three times before dawn,
And through your left side gaze
Into that past where you have already been.
And in that past find yourself.

Find a part of your soul.
And you will be astonished at that soul,
Sensing your bridges,
Which you will rebirth with honor.

And there, stretching into the distance,
Motifs of heavenly outlines will appear.
Where then you once were,
But then you were more courteous.

You did not fear beauty,
Nor the ashes of those cast in chains,
Then you could not even imagine
That you would find the word of life.

By the roll of a name in the distance,
An unbreakable slogan swept through
All those bridges you burned
And now have resurrected anew.