Being کے بول

I am the reflex of an immortal being This organic matter only represents me And while material hatred reigns in the depths of the prison I grow in strength and transcend to equilibrium Links with a constant present Turn me off from an illusory future I’m the owner just of what I have created By the intrinsic understanding of my only property Great is the mind, the wise mother Strong is the flesh, ready to burn Proud is the truth, like no other Immortal is the being, path with no return! To feel existence there's no need to touch To die in flesh there's no need to beg a pray Why be so fast? Do you really need this rush? You can learn by words you never will say “Come outside to see the path You’ve crossed almost it all Keep your journey away from Matha Then soon you will arrive Omors!”