Cast in Clay

The womb of silent procreation Is breathing in its own pace Like an eye of the storm Which sleeps but doesn't close Instinctive movement Eight stances of meditation Without thought or meaning The eternal circulation The song without sound And the unwritten notes The invisible move And the churning dance The shoreless sea encircles The birth and the dive Breath water and energy Drink air and grow, reach the shores Instinctive movement Eight stances of meditation Without thought or meaning The eternal circulation The phantom and the ghost disappear Materia flows to the mould The hymn of the heart will Never wither silent