With the first cleaning wave,
I saw my old emotions floating away.
Anger and fear, pain and greeve, losses and tears.
The patterns I´ve lived, visiting all these worlds,
never realy feeling at Home,
always in strange company,
feeling rather lost and all alone.
As the second wave came,
I was calling mama Gaia by her name.
I had to tell her, how sorry I feel,
for all her troubles and pain.
She smiled and said: ´Do not worry my child,
it is all imagination, it is all hallucination,
it is all just a dream.
By the time of the third wave, it was clear,
freedom is already here.
We just have to live it, to Be it, to do.
And not only me,
but you and you and you.
Than we are all the same,
we are all little drops of these big cleaning waves.
Rasta Lady