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We search so hard in vain

when the answers hold our hands.

They fill our bellies, they drench the sand

they pour from the sky their thunders roar.

We still search for answers,

we must search no more!

Disregard dogma,

we've no need to kneel again

unless to feel the earth to

drink from the streams again.

Drink from the streams again!



Divinity in the forest

drenching the night sky.

Present in all things that grow,

the Gods as an archetype.

I saw the gods in the eyes of my

father on the last day he waved goodbye.

I saw the Gods starring at the night-sky

with a friend standing on lake ice.

I saw God in the eyes of my

nephew just minutes after his birth and

I saw the Gods at the end of Sumbel when

an emptied horn made flames burst!

I see the Gods,

I see God...