Testo di 'Metanoia' di Schammasch

The sands of time no longer
Speak in tongues of persuasion
An ocean changed in form and
Sound to swallow thee

The dust of silence procreates
But fades immediately as I observe
The sphinxes vanish in the winds

I know his day is nigh
I know the night must die
Revealing lasting peace
Beyond all fragile woe

I feel the void extending
I feel the self transcending
Dimensions falling down
Beneath the open eye

I look around myself and witness
Dreams and dreams and dreams
I am surrounded but untouched
By all things ill-conceived

The strangest forms appear
To me in everlasting streams
To renew illusion's seed that
No thing will ever be relieved

Void is mind itself
And mind itself is void

A presence of the absence
Of will is speaking from
Beyond the veils of lunacy
Reminding me of what I am

I know the I is falling
I know these roots are sprawling
For benediction comes through
Him who is in all

I feel them flowing through my veins
I feel them slowly breaking chains
And reason resignates with unexpected grace

Receive the silent voice
The sound of transformation
Receive the silent voice
The sound of transformation

Flame of consciousness, flame of knowledge
Flow through me and pervade my physical body
Pervade my higher spirit, light my path and every
Step I take, so that I am able to guide myself
To wander in brightness and with fortitude

The mountains of being and the depths of reality
And give me the strength to surrender to whatever
Is and may be with silence and acceptance