Let my unseen wild stream take you there
I have become nothing but air, truly heavenly air
A new way has come to me a language only the old tongues could speak
Is imaginery wisdom not the mother of all ennemies?
Would they believe once the wild wisdom win for them relief?
Few will miss for leaving so suddenly
But i must tell you everything for i have become invisible, impossible to see
Voicelessly i hope you'll understand
I shall tell you briefly how it all began
Alone in the mountains above the trees a child's whisper said to me:
For many years i see you here wandering slowly above the trees
Your humility made you worthy of my peaks
You shall become a wild stream
Then i just dissappeared
Words Of Harfouchism