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Mystic Music WANDERINGS - Arousal of a Distant Dream
by Brane Koren © 2002
Wanderings I íve been wandering over distant vales and mountains, rivers and forests, crags and seas, absorbing the warmth of the sun and breath of the moon. Iíve listened to voices, Iíve read signs, Iíve been searching for knowledge and skills. For the key to the dream.

Iíve been rambling far from the grey of the frigid world. And Iíve met many wonderful people that have been living pure life, so simple and deep. Lovely people that help a stranger in distress. People who talk and live from the heart. A shining people.

I found that noble world, in distant spaces, hidden from the ill and greed of corrupted men. A clean world, as a jewel. Warm, like the sun. A beautiful, cordial world. And Iíve told them about misdeeds that far men do. Stunned theyíve remained speechless over the painful truth. And then they offered me help. I silently smiled, and thanked for who they already are.

I walked away alone, for these are already blissful people...

..Iíve been heading for the distance, conducted by primal strength. Gaudy fields were exhaling with freshness, rivers were bracing me with crystal blue shine. Green forests were spreading their intoxicating smell. The blessings of the summer.

Sweet fruits, dew and honey...

On one scented morning, while walking through the woods I came across a stream, fresh and bright. From the distance welcomed me a clatter of an old watermill. When I reached down to soothe my thirst, suddenly I noticed a beautiful girl, gleaming upstream. Flowers rest in her hair, a jug in her hand. As she turned round, it seemed I had already seen her, somewhere before. While I was drinking first draught, she looked into my eyes, lighting me up with a smile. And I thought that water spring from her pot. I thought that she is the well. And that water is love...

I returned her smile, but was summoned by a voice. I walked away, before my soul started crying over the beauty I left behind...

Iíve been wandering nights and days, alongside misty lochs and mountains, beside waste hamlets and castles, old towers and mills. Iíve been roaming over forlorn paths, over intact grass fields and wooden bridges. Iíve sensed the wisdom and kindness of that dying world ; those days grief filled my heart.

And I found myself on the crossroad. Alone and sad. In silence I aimed my eyes at the sun, so round and red. I was watching it sinking, and losing its shine. I was wrapped in thoughts of time that restlessly slips away. And recalled to mind my oath...

..On one evening my heart brought me to one beautiful island. Astounded by fairness I was walking by the river, over vale, among two giant white rocks. Amazed I was breathing fresh flavours of honey. In the lap of night I arrived at a warm windy shore, illuminated by a spell from the moon. I stopped walking. The sea spumed, deeply inhaled, and embraced my feet.

I lied down on sand, observing the astonishing light that crowned the white mountain. I was sinking toward a dream...

while listening to the sea whispering.... breathing..... in perfect harmony........

..night slowly faded ahead of the messengers of a divine day. The dawn arrived on charming wings of the sun. The horizon woke up through a thousand colours. The sun arose and touched me with its mildness. A warm string of morning light was fondling my wounded face. Gently, like a kiss. Sweetness woke me up. Into a dream...

I opened my eyes wide and caught sight of beautiful crystal sky. Marvellous birds were greeting me from the shining heights. The wind soaked my hair with fresh smells. Warm notes filled my heart. And I felt the pain in my heart disappearing.

The sea healed with its waves...

I rose with a wide smile on my face. Then I spread my arms, saluting the sun, and sky, and sea. And when I took a look at the lucid distance, I heard the voice. It told me I am going the right way. It whispered to me that this is the way that none have lately walked. On a cliff that stands high upon the sea I left the trail. Engraved the sign. To be a testimony... for all ages Ö

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Iíve been travelling over vales and mountains, rivers and forests, crags and seas, absorbing the warmth of the sun and breath of the moon. Iíve listened to voices, Iíve read signs, Iíve been searching for knowledge and skills. Iíve learned words and gestures, sensed verses and notes. Iíve travelled as with my body, so with my spirit and thoughts...Iíve been further and further, leaving fresh trails on that neverending road, walking there where none ever stepped before.

The sky adorned me with a smile and strength. I felt glorious might. Through the rituals Iíve summoned energies from heights,

to revive their wonderful world...

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...Lonely journey chiselled my face, and watered my soul with fortune. I completed a pipe. And sword. Years rolled by.

And one day I decided to return...

..Iíve visited many places, finished many battles, carried forward the message of the heart, to those who searched for it.

Iíve reminded those who havenít followed it, and showed them the way. But those who kept on tearing it, those whoíve been spreading greed, injustice and foolishness Iíve stopped with sword of truth ;

In the name of those who understand. And those who suffer. In the name of people who ward and follow the spirit.

In the name of people I endlessly loved and admired. Time obeyed me. And Iíve seen the dream waking...

But on one night, so windy and cold, in the gloom of grey town evil caught me napping. Frightened hyenas attacked me from behind, cutting me with strokes, sharp and blunt, painful indeed. I tumbled down on the ground. My body extinguished, while blood started pouring out from my mouth...

..I lost consciencenous...

..shortly before sunrise I came to my senses, broken and alone.

I stood up slowly, with glass in my chest. I turned back, gaping at cold walls. I saw grey and walls in heads of insensible ones. I saw waste, barren ground...

Tired legs barely obeyed the cry of my heart. And it guided them toward a distant, endlessly loved mountain...

I left all my deeds behind, all verses, notes - and these words - for new generations. For coming ages. For people who will see the way. And live the dream...

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