S: Taprobane '09
BC: What's this war in the heart of nature? Why does nature vie with itself? The land contend with the sea? Is there an avenging power in nature? Not one power, but two?
FC: I seen another world. Sometimes I think it was just my imagination. | Taprobane '09
1: MIHINTALE | The only thing that burns in hell, Is the part of you that won't let go of your life. Your memories, your attachments, they burn them all away. But they're not punishing you, it's that... They're freeing your soul.
5: DAMBULLA | Who are you who live in all these many forms? You're death that captures all. You too are the source of all that's going to be born. Our glory. Mercy. Peace. Truth. You give calm a spirit, understanding, courage. The contented heart.
9: Are you righteous? Kind? Does your confidence lie in this? Are you loved by all? Know that I was, too. Do you imagine your suffering will be any less because you loved goodness and truth?
10: You live inside me now. I'll carry you wherever I go.
13: One man looks at a dying bird and thinks there's nothing but unanswered pain. That death's got the final word, it's laughing at him. Another man sees that same bird, feels the glory, feels something smiling through it.
16: Everyone lookin' for salvation by himself...
17: ...Each like a coal thrown from the fire.
20: How did we loose all the good that was given us?. Let it slip away. Scattered careless.
22: 'Cause that's where it's hidden - the immortality I hadn't seen.
27: And everywhere we look we see ourselves.
29: Hours like months. Days like years. Walked into the golden age. Stood on the shores of the New World.
30: These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began - | YALA
31: ...Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.
32: Anger is the egg of Fear - Only lidless eyes see clear.
34: The street, the smells, the sense of the underworld...
35: ...Sometimes you come face to face with yourself.
36: You will find yourself among people. There is no help for this nor should you want it otherwise. The passages where no one waits are dark and hard to navigate. The wet walls touch your shoulders on each side...
37: ...When the trees were there I cared that they were there. And now they are gone, does it matter? The passages where no one waits go on and give no promise of an end. You will find yourself among people, Faces, clothing, teeth and hair and words, and many words. When there was life, I said that life was wrong. What do I say now? You understand? | DALHOUSIE. SRIPADA.
38: All they sacrificed for me. Poured out like water out of the ground...
39: ...All I might have given for love's sake. Too late. Dying. Slow as a tree.
40: I shoot it high Let it fly Bury myself under a blue sky
41: My footsteps echo in early night I see my shadows secret
42: Eos Rhododactylos ...
43: . . . rosy-fingered dawn.
47: Where is it that we were together? Who were you that I lived with? The brother. The friend. Darkness, light. Strife and love. Are they the workings of one mind? The features of the same face? Oh, my soul. Let me be in you now. Look out through my eyes. Look out at the things you made. All things shining.
49: This great evil. Where does it come from? How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who's doin' this? Who's killin' us? Robbing us of life and light. Mockin' us with the sight of what we might've known. Does our ruin benefit the earth? Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine?
50: Maybe all men got one big soul everybody's a part of, all faces are the same man. One big self.