The music for the text:
It seems as if they all spring from the same tranquil lake, one can see in the distance but if you let your gaze, the warm, fragrant flowers to breathe air, and in the variety of colors that very flowers pleased they will sooner or later come out that none rivulets seems to have an origin.
Almost everyone would decide then to the small, green hill at the end of the garden to get you to give certainty. you put up. It is
have much softer than you expected. When you open your eyes again, and look up, you notice how late it has become. Heaven has taken a deep red and the air is clearer and fresher. You've never felt so safe and secure. The fatigue
always occupies more space in you. It is like a blanket that surrounds you and seems to protect.
you throw a last glance at your watch - it has stopped - then you fall into a dreamless sleep. You will
awakened by a bright light out of nowhere seems to come. It is a warm rays which you points. Drowsy you look up. As in a spell you will continue the path towards the summit. You realize that you will no longer be defined on the grass, but on a dirt road from the beautiful stones go. The stones remind you of something you have sawest recently, but you would think it is not easy.
The light always shines brighter, the closer you come to the summit. The sandy trail begins to shine golden and you is when you hear a tune that seems to speak directly to you from the heart. They met up with infinite love. Suddenly you're standing
on the summit of the mountain, next to an ancient oak. Your gaze slides to the right while your body takes up significantly to the tree from days gone by.
The glow seems to have disappeared and you're standing in complete darkness. The cloud that has moved in front of the moon moves only slowly.
You remember that you had discovered something below the summit. But a tree's life was certainly not been.
your fingertips touch the bark of the already strong oak and you feel the power that she has collected over the centuries.
You feel for their wells, their bumps and you feel you connected.
But you can not look away from the center of the summit. You lean your back against the strong trunk of the oak and breathe the fresh night air. You close your eyes and you're just in the here and now. Everything is correct, it's like grade.
The cloud, the moon all the time passes by and watched it all starts to glitter in its light. Your gaze wanders over the hill and down into the garden to be removed the mileage seems. Softly, softly you hear the familiar tune you out of the lake behind the garden. And you think you would not bear even more beauty, the lake shines in the most beautiful colors of the rainbow. And not only that: the bridges over the many who begin to sparkle and shine delicate bridges. Fascinated
you look at the riot of color at your feet. The melody swells to a pure choir unknown instruments. You are leaving the protection of the oak to watch the spectacle you better. Now you stand on the spot of the hill, which had already pulled up all the time in its spell and you will feel the heat emanating from this place.
The colors of the bridges are changing faster and faster, so that can no longer tell what color they are straight. It is a powerful sea-lights what seems to be spreading more and more.
you stand outside and yet you seem to be the center.
your eyes see again the lake, which now seems brighter than before. When he wanted to release something with all the strength he had not millennia had done more.
The stones that line the dirt road that you come up start suddenly shaking and with them the whole mountain.
The wind begins to blow faster and the music swells to a volume that is almost unbearable. The water of the lake began to make waves and suddenly seemed no longer the color game pleasant but unsettling, yes, even threatening.
you look around you, but there is no point at which you'd be safer. The leaves of oak weighed frightening start to beat and the whole mountain seems to weigh with her.
Thou Häll to eyes and ears and hope that events will soon be over.
The last thing you hear is as shatter some of the oaks and bridges in the valley under the force of the wind - it is quiet.
you open you eyes and nothing is as it was before. All the bridges and the sea shine while still in their most gorgeous colors, but the oak trees and bridges destroyed, the remains of which still smolder slightly, offer a picture that makes you infinitely to be sad. You notice as you runs a tear from her left eye, and before you can wipe away produces a new image. The glow of the stones, which then represented a bridge migrates into the rocks, the narrow dirt road and stone for stone shines in a different Colour Bet of the rainbow.
The light is almost at you arrived, as looking around and only now notice that the oak seems to have grown. Her crown is now almost twice as big and wide as they were a few moments and around them are flowers from the earth increased.
It works properly now majestic.
Only a few stones and the light will be reached with you. You than you would on half of the hill see a figure, but when you look a second time, you can discover anything. Suddenly you come back to the floral scent in the nose, you had already noticed in the valley and the light reaches you.
The summit of the hill glows in all colors and become enveloped in golden light.
You float.
you see the garden, the lake, the hills of oak, all in the superb, as it shone on the day.
Only the bridges that have disappeared - only cherry blossom trees remind you of where it had once been some.
As you float over the lake, you see something that shines in the same light as just that which supports you.
It is carried slowly to the surface of the lake, you may still not know what it is there. Before you can catch a clear image, you will be passed on. This time the sky. Everything below you is tiny and you recognize an image instead of the garden.
No, the garden is a picture.
to anything It reminds you ...
He is a perfect circle with a little inside. The cherry blossom trees in which are you sure that they were the oaks before, are exactly in the middle, between the two rings.
The streams seem to be the flower rings to each other. It is perfect as the hills and the sea in exactly the same distance upstream and wait behind the garden seem to something.
Suddenly you think of the small circle in the middle of a man kneeling to see the streams that flowed like they did before all flow is now in the middle of this very human. Even the flowers in the beds seem to lean in his direction - only the trees were as waren.Auf Once you're suddenly pulled back to the mountain. The somewhat bumpy ride ends on the spot where you had been standing all the time. You recognize you in a circle of glowing rocks in which you are pulled gently.
On the other hand, in the middle of the lake, is the object, but at the same level with you and only drops to now, that is the east, the sun came forth almost completely below the horizon and the sky in a bright yellow-orange appeared. In the west, we still recognize the full moon. You glow in the same light as the object from the lake and the man whom you can now see clearly seems to pray. You feel heavy, as if a huge load on your shoulders been established. Your heart beats faster and the tree to your right to the beat of his ilk seem to shake. You kneel down as well, fold the hands and closes his eyes.
you've never prayed so fervently. When you open your eyes again, you look the man you see now than just those in the distance directly into these.
You feel his views formally.
Slowly he gets up, but you stay in your position. The stones sparkle around you and the light warms up. He still looks at you and seems to give you strength. You close your eyes one more time All you feel is love. Once again, you look up. The man has turned 180 degrees and now the object looks across the lake. You'd wish he would look at you again, but the urge to close your eyes is too great. As long as you kneel in prayer you can not say, but when you have your eyes open for the last time the valley changed again.
The object of the lake is now much closer in the middle of the small ring than before and it still seems to float in your direction. And the closer it is all the more spread the crowns on the east side of the ring. They cover almost the entire areas in which they stand. When the light shone from the object just hovering over the man, it turns back to you. Now the light begins to lift up again, but this time the shining stones beneath you. Float like a protective ring them up turning to you and constantly change color.
Suddenly the weather changes again - a storm arises. The man whom you have almost reached sinks back on his knees. But this time, although he is still alone, he seems not to do it alone. Voices from all directions seem to come to collect them in it. You fear the storm could distract you from your path, but the view of the man gives you power. You glow inside and rips your heart rate up fast, but you float further and further to the wrapped object in light of the man
Just before you reach there is again a strong gust to you a little push to the side, but your will is now so strong that you want to achieve your goal. The light shines brighter and the surrounds you can slide back up. The cast of unknowns, and the man drone on in your head. You are now in front of the object from the lake and you can finally see what it ist.Du've never seen a more beautiful key and you feel that it is the piece that you were missing all along. The man looks up to you and the stones which gave you protection, now share a hole. The key, the man and you form a perfect triangle and the stones form a glowing circle around you. Meanwhile, even the tops of the trees on the west side spread out so that they cover the entire floor to themselves. Only the streams and flower beds are still visible. The closer you get the key, the safer you are here, that you belong together and the closer they come to you, the closer are the branches of trees, but only in places where previously the bridges.
The light of your key and merge into a powerful beam. The voices are gone and it floats in a heavy silence - the man of you has fallen on his knees and looks at you. A tingle goes through your body and the key now take your outstretched hand.
You tremble.
The man looks at you in a trance to you.
slowly slides the key on your left hand up to the center of the palm. Banned you look at him.
The tingle is stronger and you hardly believe your eyes - the key begins to sink in your hand. Your heart beats so fast in your chest, as if it had been waiting for this moment. A feeling of happiness fills you.
Your arm starts shaking and you feel walking the key. More and more it pulls him up. The branches of the cherry blossom trees touch each other and the higher the key moves in you, the more they intertwine with the tree to her right and her left, until there is a connection between all.
The key stops when he arrived at the center of your chest and you is so, he would lie down on a place at your heart, which had been previously empty.
love through you. You are finally arrived.
feel Slowly you as you gently glide down - in the direction of the man who looks at you infinitely happy. The light that surrounds you still can, now gently float to the top.
the east is still the morning sun as can be imagined in the west of the moon already nurnoch. You reach his hands and he takes up in his arms.
The stone circle around you dissolves, disperses and lies down around each cherry, for they have the protection now more necessary than you.
You hear again the angelic choir and feel for the first time the true, pure love.
decreases slowly her, still sunk in deep embrace, to the ground and when her sprayed it both touches the light, as glistening mist over the garden and top it with the brightest lights that you ever got to face.
bundled Ultimately it to two jets - one remained as a glowing ball above the lake, are brought directly while the other shot in the oak on the hill and they light up. The choir of angels
same instruments swells one last time - then it still and the ball burst and the oak in a light beam, which makes you go blind for a short time. You hear someone whisper
and feel a kiss on your cheek - then it's all over.
wake When you, you are on the softest grass that you ever knew. The moon shines brightly over you. You look at your watch - it has stopped. Twinkle in the sky above you the stars. You recognize some signs of the zodiac. And on your left hand back you have a barely visible scar .. Berlin, 01 +02.05.10
Epiphany (c)
