Dirty water,
Filtered by the soils,
Bursts forth as a healing spring.
Noise-WORDS,
Polished by thoughts,
Become a wing of consciousness.

First it is revealed what “mama” is,
Thanks to love from her milk.
Then a father’s karma forms —
Not only by food and sheltered sleep.

The primitive learns to think,
To assemble meanings into chains.
To save the world, it strives to purify
A true vision of reality.