Testo Grains

The grains of my solid roots
Go deep into the youth of existence
They mirror the path of my forefathers
Through the winter way alone
To mount and rove- to evolve

As the sun, the very one
Enlightened the road I found Along the grains of ages
The roots of my being
Projects all that you are seeing...

[Oystein G. Brun, March 2005]