Ghost whisperer and the eternal return
Even when I die
I will not walk to
the valley of death
I will not hear
The ghost whisperer
I will not be tempted
What is power?
When life across the border
Runs through the Blood Rivers
The other side. . .
Will never be my habitant
Because I live in the middle
Between life and death
There. . . Where the truth
Connects everything and nothing
The ghost whisperer
Seeks for followers
Blind followers
Until the day
he or she will rule
over the dead
Even if he or she
knows what it means;
Absolute death
The tree of life will linger
Graciously;
while the wind will blow
Wind and fire will become one
until the moment of the resurrection
The eternal return, the eternal recurrence
Earth and water will conjure up again
and everything will start from the beginning
Life and death will haunt the ghost whisperer
Water air wind and fire
will unite to
Resurrect the spirit of the ancients
Everything will start
from
the beginning or the end
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2007-01-20 at 00:52
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