I entered the halls where the shadows breathe slow, Deep under mountains where the cold winds blow, Past black stone doors with the serpent engravings, Into the silence where the old ones waited. No sunlight reached those chambers hidden, Only blue fire and the sound of rhythm, Heartbeats syncing with the temple drumming, Like the Earth itself had slowly started humming. There I learned the secret law of vibration, How thought shapes form through focused intention, Nothing truly rests — all things are moving, Seen or unseen the currents stay fluid. Light in the darkness, gold in the mind, Lost old wisdom still echoes through time, Stars above and the world below, As within so the rivers flow. Light in the darkness, fire in the soul, Dust to the stars where the old winds blow, Seek and the hidden door opens slow, Truth ain’t found — it’s remembered below. The masters spoke not through fear or commandment, But through symbols, resonance, breath and alignment, Teaching the soul how to move through dimensions, Without losing itself to pride and obsession. Mind-state drifting through cosmic reflections, Seeing all life through mirrored connections, Every action returning eventually, Every vibration shaping reality. Quick shift — breath slow — deep thoughts listenin’, Torch glow — stone roads — old chants hittin’, Star fields — dream wheels — soul-state lifting, Time folds back when the rhythm gets driven. I saw great civilisations rising brilliant, Then collapsing beneath ego and brilliance, Men chasing power while forgetting spirit, Turning sacred wisdom into systems of control. That was the warning hidden in the tablets, Knowledge alone don’t make men balanced, Without compassion the mind grows fractured, And kingdoms built proud get swallowed by madness. Light in the darkness, gold in the mind, Lost old wisdom still echoes through time, Stars above and the world below, As within so the rivers flow. Light in the darkness, fire in the soul, Dust to the stars where the old winds blow, Seek and the hidden door opens slow, Truth ain’t found — it’s remembered below. I travelled the stars through the gates of awareness, Beyond flesh, beyond fear, beyond surface appearance, Saw human souls like sparks in the ether, Learning through lifetimes to slowly grow deeper. And the greatest mystery hidden within us, Was never the gods or celestial visions, But consciousness waking itself from division, Remembering unity through intuition. Because the universe moves through rhythm and cycles, Birth into death then return to revival, Nothing is lost — only changed in position, Flowing forever through endless transition.
