Plenitude and innocence
A brood of peace and radiance
No disdain carved in the heart
Dwell in wealth and adorement
Progenies, a forgotten garden
Beyond the memory of our genes
The zenith of creation and perfection
The fortunate ones
The lure
The fire as a gift
The serpent
There's no void
In our hearts
There's no emptiness
Hidden-self Mother
Hidden-self Father
Plenitude and innocence
A brood of peace and radiance
No disdain carved in our hearts
Dwell in wealth and adorement
Someone plants seeds for birds to eat
Someone plants seeds without roots
Someone plants seeds between thorns
Someone plants seeds to grow vivid
We have quarter
We have road
Safe from cruelty
Safe from oppression
We walk a straight line
Away from winding path
In nothing we are everything