Incarnation Of Logos - Eloy

No Native soil, no ocean, no salty wave, no sky above

No living being

No movement, no colours, no elements, no eye to see anything

Complete emptiness

Before all was nothing?

The moon, companion of the sun

Touching celestial globe

Motionless starry sky

The planets don’t know where to move

They are unaware of puissance and of hope

Intrinsic virtues awake!

All of a sudden appears a light

Horizons open wide

Voices fill the air

And the Gods made love!

The layers tremble and raise in staggering

And words transform into flesh and blood

The act of uppermost magic has begun

Impulses working on and on

Movement here and there

Vibrations move the atmosphere!

Transcendental forces penetrate

The planet we call Earth

And all spheres of the universe

All the elements burst!

A warm powerful breeze

Inspires inanimate matter

And a creature, shaky reeling on two legs

Extends it’s hands shivering against the sky

Primary procreation is accomplished!

Primary procreation is accomplished!

Primary procreation is accomplished!

MAN arises out of dusty clouds

Eyes are staring all around

Ears are noticing unknown sounds

Legs are pounding on the ground

Now Man knows he’s not alone

So his hands take up the stone

Anxiety to hold his own

Fighting for the creatures throne

Man forms tribes to enlarge his chance

To survive the primeval living-dance

The strongest ones fight for leadership

And by these fights they attain the grip

On the weaker ones who become suppressed

By their violence so are we possessed

By the same ideas in a world

That’s full of fears and tears and «progresses»