And the sage opened his eyes And gazed upon the endless waters Under the moonlit white sands Where all words have vanished. That which is eternal, Is only by name, And with nameless depths, Only the true remains. As I walk the sandy peebles, What do I see other than misty waters, A silent moon and the ceaseless tides? Each drop there forever. Older than the first breath. Maybe this place survives? Will I see it then? What will I see then? Will I come here again? A silent crescent. An eternal blue. Listening, shifting, shaping. Never broken, never whole. Everything and everywhere. The sage cranes his neck To smell the night air breeze. Maya. Darkness upon darkness. Stars burned and screamed. Their colors brighter than a furnace. But there was nothing to hear. All words here have vanished. Darkness upon darkness And I fought for dear life, But I failed again and again. And all words have vanished. Wind blows. Thunder shivers. What fears were hidden Will surface tonight. Where all words have vanished. And I heard it once more "Only Death Remains" And my flesh caught fire And I saw nothing in my eyes And there was drumming in my ears, Sweat poured down me And trembling siezed me And I became paler than grass And I was scared. What would I do? What if I failed? That which is eternal, Is only by name, And with nameless depths, Only the true remains. And I fought to stay afloat And I heard it again "Only Death Remains" And I listened And I screamed Like quiet smoke above a candle In a still night with no wind. And the words echoed thrice "Only Death Remains" And like a floating leaf in a secret pond And like a skylark's flight under a misty moon And the gentle hum of a prophet's heart I let go and I became. And the sage opened his eyes And gazed upon the endless waters Under the moonlit white sands Where all words have vanished.