Oh light of the middle way,
enclosed in the egg,
full of ardor, oppressed,
dreamlike, awaiting lost memories.
As heavy as stone, hardened,
Streaming bright, coiled on itself.
I will offer you an egg like the promise to birth at dawn beside you.
There is no time but the night.
Soon the consciousness revolution will come.
Extrait du Livre Rouge de Carl Gustav Young
Biographie sur Wikipédia