To meet the truth,
To meet the truth, through yourself.
to see her in the far horizon,
Where a great red ball meets the sharp long line.
To feel it in every cell of our body.
When straight line transfer to a smile,
When the heart is beating so loud,
That it’s all that you can hear.
To find this peace of mind,
Through all that ever happened,
And all that will come.
To find it by misery and pain,
By happiness and freedom,
By broken heart and great pure love.
By climbing up the mountain,
walking our path,
Swimming deep under the waves,
Flowing down with the river,
Get connected, back to basic,
To you Ima-Adema.
To you, great Mother-Earth.