The Galleries Of Time by 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 f�tus 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
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