Ailing cries Astray in time Concrescence The burning essence The end summons The four corners of our souls The mother A bridge to the other March into the mandala The world, the eternal whole Concrescence The burning essence
Ailing cries Astray in time Concrescence The burning essence The end summons The four corners of our souls The mother A bridge to the other March into the mandala The world, the eternal whole Concrescence The burning essence