Silent Vulcanos with Star
 
You are yourself stardust as you live from what the soil gives you.
Your way to live this life is to constantly balancing all this in your life, in your soul.
Soil gives you life, flowers as well. Vulcanos have their own inner lives, you know this. And you never know when they burst into inner motion…
The now silent vulcanos, silenced by the eternal dances of eons, carry their secret down with their deepest roots. Resting long enough, sleeping away all our ages, we wait, we listen, until bursting all the living up from their hidings, up from underearth; what we cannot grasp, encompass.
They will glisten, beam and spreading themselves down the long slopes of the vulcanos, down sharp ravines, angular bumbles, gravel spreading over all the black, stiffening dormant in nightely dreams. Soon their brims are burning with fragrance life giving vegetation. Life.
Out of the black eonically old---- Once again…
 Jannike Brantås