The wordless galactic ceremony

A species striving for millenniums, for milleniums waging a war.
Trying to understand the power which permeates the cosmos.
The inhuman, unimaginable, impersonal power.
The power which is personalized in our conscious minds.

The old symbols, belonging to old aeons of our Earth,
are dying, changing, evolving - as we are.
We are now worlds apart from the ways of the past
temples, dogmas and books are covered by dust.

THE TIME HAS COME:
The wordless galactic ceremonies,
the wordless chants of the stars,
the unlawful laws of the cosmos.

...creative force in motion...

We are the new -
yet the same longing we feel within.
Longing for a new realm of the galactic future.
Still hailing the King who makes this kingdom remain in motion.

...the active power of the Cosmos...

Faraway spiral galaxies in a movement around me.
Symbol of evolution and perpetual motion,
the dynamic and static mobility and immobility
harmony and balance the two complimentary phases of movement,
going out from and returning to the centre, beginning and end?

The next step has been made - here and now...
here and now...
here and now...
here and now...