among the hills i have wandered,
through the forests so cold,
over the mountains of raging thunder,
followed the ways foretold. (sings: ‘…my… untold’)
a request, a leave me be
through the shape that i longed for…
bleeding to search for the more…
behold the memories within,
a questful battle to win,
towards which he is carrying,
the burden named destiny.
it is pounding proud on his shoulders.
creating and dreaming
is it all the same
as i touch this flame … of mine
i await your call,
through body, spirit and mind,
i shine – i shine…
the forces of prima mater.
unite us this heathen night,
yearning your unknown mysterious beauty.
forever in you i am a knight
(pride and might!)
among hills, we do wander,
through the forests so cold.
crossing mountains of raging thunder,
followed our ways untold…
“man should make love at the highest level – and this
demands a certain
discipline. man has used discipline not to make lover. i teach
to make love the right way; in a way that your lovemaking not
remain as something biological which never really reaches your
world. lovemaking has the potential to reach even the spiritual
world, and at
the highest level it will reach your spiritual world.”