Moving with the rhythm of light,
you dream each existent mountain,
image feels the embrace of matter,
as life imagines itself complete.
Mounting each existing dream,
all liquids become solids,
life completes itself by imagination,
in the romance of form.
Where all solids are but liquids,
the magic of life is two-fold,
it lives as forms of romance,
wearing the beauty of time.
Life is the magic of two,
dancing in the heart of relativity,
wearing time as its beauty,
knowing all is perfect.
The heart of relativity dances,
moving with the rhythm of light,
perfecting all it knows,
imagining the embrace of matter.