I’m the beginning and the end,

the change and the immutable,

the passing of time and the eternal,

the mistery and the truth.

I’m everything, being only one,

a perpetual cycle.

An instant that worth forever.

I’m not always the same, because you change

and you change on my contemplation.

I’m without being.

Listen to my Voice

further than my words

to listen the answer

to what wasn’t ask.

I’m wound and rest.

I’m in essence, you.