Dreaming beside the road to freedom

In the midday sun it started,
the pink shadow was fearless and the crystal
was in the mysterious silence of the heart,
although the dark monatary maze
was living from the blood of the fallen angels
who couldn't remember their holy nature anymore.

The wise are done with their preparations
this is the early dawn, postponed for so long .
Are you ready ?
Do you hear the shaman drums pounding ?

The inner child is waiting
to dance joyful in the purple valley.