A concrete wall is built in front of us

A concrete wall high enough not to see beyond the other side

 

Retracting, we crawl back into a hole dug for our refuge

But a refuge it is not

It is a semi dug grave, so that in time of despair we go there

 

What is our tool to break the concrete wall with?

It is the tool of listening from within

Gathering the strength that exists in the fire of passion

 

Within our inner voice we hear the truth

Within our inner vision we see the truth

 

Facing the concrete wall with these tools

It crumbles, for an imposed illusion it is

Truth does not change

But lies eventually crumble

Together with all the walls that were built out of them

 

Force of Nature can destroy everything within its fury

Therefore nothing built by our own hands is everlasting

Not even a concrete wall

 

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