The song of the Oracle

I was born by the two-forked river
Raised by wanderers, homeless and thieves.
Evenings filled with music and dances
Nights slept under roof of leaves


Sing to me Forest; tell your secrets for me
I will never speak against thee.

They came to me; say I am their prophet
Some look for solace, some for fame.
Taking me away; I never spoke one word
It is not I who you need to tame

Taken from the Forest; whisper the secrets for me
I shall never speak against thee.

Maybe one day as my flesh will perish
Some wandering bird finds my bones
Flying back to the Forest I scatter
My grave will not be marcked by stones

Back to the Forest; sing your secrets for me
I did never speak against thee.

Hear my flute play the song of our lives
Telling you the words I never say
Let me mend all your lingering worries
Watch the dance of the golden jay


Sing to me Forest; tell your secrets for me
I will never speak against thee.

Listen to the Forest, telling secrets for thee.
All the things you asked from me.

In the beginning...

In the beginning there was nought but the Universe and she was all that be.
But in her endless dreams she felt lonely and so the forth she brought the water bird. And the water bird was her companion for the endless dreams and it delighted her.
In her delight she bore children, born from the whim of her mind and they, too, became her companions in her endless dreams.
In a time -or another- the waterbird laid an egg and one of the children took an interest in it, for it was beautiful egg; light blue and spotted; its shell smooth and cool.
And the endless dreams passed.
The child who held the egg dropped it. And it hit the hard edge of the endless dreams and broke; its essence spalttered and broken.
The child took apart the yolk and the albumen and laid them carefully on the weave of the endless dream. And the child cried for the lost of the egg and the tears got mixed up in the albumen;
the world of Talais was born.