Luyện nghe bài hát Scattering the Timeweb

I the posture of EIXI
I drew the sign of the southern
Awoke in a sea
of and bliss
In a far off
of a close, still afar

The stroke of God's hand my brow
A caress of the universe
As in a fevery dream I meet a reality
I hold of time, by a note in minor b

A of light,
not by eye but mind
Appearing me
in this rite
I splinter the web
of time the cup
I leap into a history
and bygone

In the of my hand I read of God's creation
And in my spine I its end

An raging pool of unpredictability
I dived and swam on the of a whale of white noise

In the palm of my I read of God's creation
And in my spine I its end