Here the memory does not have beginning
or end.
On every Evil there is Good, in every
Good - some Evil.
In the coldness I feel warmth, and in the
warmth - coldness.
In the darkness I see light, and in the
light - darkness.
In the roar of the sea waves, breaking on
the shore,
I hear music that exists since time so
distant.
Who has composed the endless song of
the waves?
The religion shouts: 'God and no one
else!'
In the fallacy there is no
Enlightenment, in the enlightenment - no
fallacy.
In the lie there is no truth, in the truth -
no lie.
And the truth is that composer of the
endless song of the waves
are the stars, the planets that go round
then
and the moon, which conducts
the choir of seas and oceans on the
planet Earth.
Here the memory does not have beginning
or end.