Egyptian words, ancestral roots
Red and ocher sunsets, celestial tramontana winds blow… in your warm home, repose of forbidden words lying down.
Under the suffering yoke, you denounced the grave error of humanity before Osiris, king of the underworld, judge of the tribunal of the celestial universe.
Before Osiris, Isis and Nephthys, your heart of pure diamond illuminated the deep darkness of the valley of the reeds and of the kings.
Your heart balanced the balance of the cosmic duality in psychostasia, in the heavy harmonic of the karmic soul.
Your wild heart, of fine diamond and crystal, emanated rays and lights of truth in absolute harmony with Maat’s pen.
Your heart, of amethyst quartz and crystal, poured out to the Egyptian winds words full of peace and kindness. Tender words, divine caresses, full of feelings and contained emotions. Words of hope in saving gods, in final judgments without names or pronouns.
Your heart emanated subtle words of contained faith, of authentic revolution sustained by the vast funds of time. Oral words half open to the skies, to the great orators, to Egyptian scribes, to initiatory sages of the Solar Temple of Heliopolis.
Words dance with the magic moon to the gentle wind, eternal caress of your dreams.
Words drive electrical impulses, bioeneurological neurotransmitters to calm lake, sweet repose of your ethereal spells.
Words, roots of history enclosed in thin willow leaves, between sheets of paper coated in the eternal wind.
Words that contain hidden memories, supraconscious experiences, eternal blockades and unthinkable fears.
Words that trap in their hidden networks immortal experiences, eternal thoughts and sweet dreams.
Words that conjugate blind loves, strange loves, brief rumors to the silent wind of my vivid dreams.
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