In‑dō - Part 8

(Intro – leeres Dojo, Windspiel) … Tin flute breath… … (Verse 1) Empty floor, empty mind Every echo softly signed Not a name, not a role Just a hush into the whole Shadow fits the space I keep Not a cloak, just deeper sleep Step by step, the silence grows Into something… no one knows (Pre-Chorus) No need to speak, no need to show The way I move begins below (Chorus – ruhiger Hook) In‑dō, the path that hides No bright sign, no open eyes In‑dō, where I can be Neither seen, nor truly free (Verse 2) Wind through paper, thin and slow Lines dissolve, the questions go No more weight to carry on Only current… gone, gone, gone Breath becomes the only song Neither right nor clearly wrong Every doubt begins to fold Until the self is just the gold (Pre-Chorus) Stillness is not emptiness Just a tightened, gentle yes (Chorus) In‑dō, the path that hides No bright sign, no open eyes In‑dō, where I can be Neither seen, nor truly free (Bridge) The camellia closes up No one hears it, no one sees Yet the wind remembers how It became a different kind of vow (Chorus – etwas leiser, inniger) In‑dō, the path that hides No bright sign, no open eyes In‑dō, where I am still Neither dark, and never ill (Outro – Windspiel, Atmung) … Tin flute breath…