Five voices have passed your ear
Seven tongues, all circling the very same ancient code
They sang of the tree and they sang of the chaff
Of paths that remain, and paths that vanish into nothingness
Perhaps you listened with an old ear
Perhaps you were searching for the judge
That stern gatekeeper of morality you were shown so long ago
But look closer
Step out of the dark and draw near to the fire
Here, we have stripped away the heavy armor of being right
We have unbuttoned the ties of pride
At this fire, no one claims to own the truth
We have laid down our weapons and agreed on the wisest
Most liberating rule of all
We might, in principle, be wrong about everything
And that is exactly what makes us free to seek what is real
The law you heard of is no whip for your flesh
It is the unbending architecture of reality
A reverent humanism, designed not to cage your soul
But to protect your very framework
The songs have ceased, but the space remains
Around this fire sit wanderers from different times
Different shores, and different minds
They have heard the Swiss German, the English, the ancient verse
And now, they begin to process the sound
Through their own deepest filters
They do not seek argument
They seek resonance
Listen as the silence opens
The first one to unlock his eyes
Is the man on the simple woven mat
Alex · Quellenbeziehungen