Utan tid
Utan rum
låt det du tror du inte kan
växa fram
ur din penna, ur din pensel, ur din röst, ur din dans
och gläds av att möta din Gudomliga källa

Without time
Without space
let what you think you don't master
grow
from within your pen, from within your paintbrush, from within your voice, from within your dance
and be joyful of meeting your Divine source

Mother Earth. Father Sun
Moder Jord. Fader Sol: Mother Earth. Father Sun