I find the spiral still feeling the inner strength; concentration was empty and lost in the attempt. Intuition comes to me and brings me liberty. Freedom expands and, still in confinement, gives way to infinity, that is my fear. I hear the cry, the cry opaque magic involved, the eternal universe reflection of the beginning, the present intrinsic succumbs to fear, and Mother Earth punished by the ego craves for embrace, which heals its scars, forgive their tyrants donations and love and tries to get the human heart these arms again every minute gives life and breath. She deciphers serenity is wise in water, bathing everything feels dead asks nothing, as Mother to the Son. Even in silence, in the spirit of star change rests who was born in bed, water, earth, fire and wind . . . GEA MOTHER EARTH.