The Galleries Of Time - Himinbjorg

To climb back up the galleries of time

To melt in this ocean of spirits

To bath in this substance of autumn colors

To be the fœtus in your own stomach

To climb back up the galleries

Whose walls are made of the spirits of our ancestors

The guardians of time

To bath in cosmic matter, the mother, the matrix, the whole

To feel the connection, and see the inside outside

To see the connection, and feel the outside inside

To feel the connection, and see the inside outside

To see the connection, and feel the outside inside

It’s a profound exploration of the human soul

An intimate dialogue with the origin of things

It’s a profound exploration of human nature

A bath in the primitive energies

Suddenly an internal wave submerges me

The storm breaks and I now feel energies of fiery

Active and creative energies

Now I know the color of positive energy necessary to influence things

I have the spark at the tip of my fingers

I can feel it inside my spirit and body

To feel the connection, and see the inside outside

To see the connection, and feel the outside inside

To feel the connection, and see the inside outside

To seal the connection, and feel the outside inside

It’s a profound exploration of the human soul

An intimate dialogue with the origin of things

It’s a profound exploration of human nature

A bath in the primitive energies