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For he is within, but rare to find...

You'll know this one day -

Your God is inside.

Я не пастух, я не лакей

I am a light in the darkest night,

I am a stone on the road that is right,

I am a mead in a sorrow's potion,

I am but a tear in a life’s ocean.

I am not one to follow,

I am not one to blame,

And my pass won't be sorrowed,

Thus I don't feel ashamed.

I am not of the chosen,

I am not of the right -

I am just but a mortal

Who is simply not blind.

And I don't see the future,

And I can't alter souls,

I am but a life's teacher

Who has no selfish goals.

And as long as I'm here

Standing fast, holding ground,

You may not have the fear

For new life is around.

All to see you are happy

Lightened ones, helping others,

So one day in the long last

I can call you “my brothers”.

Человек Многих Имен

I don't know why I feel I am

Once lived through all of this - and then

I have forgotten who I was,

Who were my friends, who were my foes,

How I was called, and how I died ...

This feeling does constantly bite,

But still my memory is mist ...

It's like I start with empty list.

And yet some sparks of former life

Feel very old the time I dive

Into reflection of myself -

And this makes squeeze my soul nerve.

I feel I once had many names ...

Are these but dreams, just madness games ?

I might have gone completely mad,

But these feelings long have bred.

I worn them all, they were like clothes

For man with many names I was

And many faces I once had ...

I am, no doubt, truly mad.

How one can live the endless life

And pass through death ... and still survive ?

And still in times remember that

Another own name he had ?

They are all mine, I once were them,

All these persons in the pram,

Like were-man I always shift ...

Is it a curse, is it a gift ?

Is there is one beyond them all

That is my only truly goal,

The one, who never had the name,

The Nameless One ... are we the same ?

I will remember once them all

For this is only worthy goal ...

The time will come, I'll pass through flames

To be the Man Of Many Names.

Не первый, не последний

One always speaks about self

Whether through action or just barf,

But words may too have sort of price -

They serve as tools for those who’re wise.

Who am I then to speak of me ?

From pain of past it makes you free,

So now I'm throwing it aboard -

My truly useless, bloody world.

I may be warm, I may be cold,

I am both fearful and bold,

For some I'm moon, for others sun,

From both I'm always in the run.

I am quite normal and still mad,

I am both happy and both sad,

And during life's entire span

I will be known as no-one.

And I can fight, and I can hide,

I'm still so weak ... and full of might,

I'm own master, own pet,

Is it just good, is it so bad ?

I am both known and unnamed,

Inside I'm wild, but act like tamed,

I am always free and yet enslaved,

I'm used to speak the truth and raved.

In times I'm kind, sometimes fierce,

I was born there - and from stars,

I am, like others, one of a kind,

I'm often wrong, sometimes I'm right.

If I had time I would but try

To find the means to soar for sky,

But first I have to reach just me -

This kind of knowledge makes one's free.

Of what I am, and who I was -

I'll have to answer to all those

Silented questions of my past ...

I am not first, I am not last.

Один из Многих

I am the voice of Evolution,

I am the bringer of Confusion,

I am the whisper in the Noise,

I am the teller of the Choice.

I am one of Many, who're now Few,

I am the maker of new View,

In universe I'm like a Grain

Yet what I do is not in Vain.

No more Pet, no longer Beast,

The road is clear - doesn't twist,

I'm flying now on Wings of Fate,

I've come in time to pass the Gate.

The world is shifting in Frustration,

But underneath lives New Formation.

It won't be quick, it will take time

As this New Order starts to shine.

You see the roof, I look in depths,

To find Divine I take the steps,

Believe or not, one day you'll see -

It is not I - it's all through me.

For those who find are never Wany ...

I'm not alone - I'm one of Many.

P.S.

There is a power in the name

That may be scorched by the fame,

And that is why the truly wise

Will once destroy those painful ties,

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