No one in the circle of the present
has their own mirror
on the dance floor of living life
to stand on anymore.
Whoever did not leave it,
the spiral takes him down
to the depths of his inside,
he does not know how, where from and where to,
only a ghost remains
in the darkness of eternal silhouettes
behind the lines of broken mirrors of time.
Only those who have given themselves
to each other for pair
rise up like living waters from the depths.
Only they will sing like morning birds
when the sepulchral silence of eternity envelops the world.
The Spirit of Truth 