In the coming and going of my pains
I get lost and I find myself
Intending to find relief
Intending to fly in dreams

In the coming and going of my pains
I find myself and I get lost again
In my posture, in my weight
I discover that ‘all of this’ is inherited
My pain is not mine
For generations it’s been dragged

Lineage of pain, lineage of sorrows,
There are those who inherit goods
There are those who inherit pains
We will take nothing in the end
In death pain and wealth disappear
The wind takes them away

In the coming and going of my pains
I find myself
There is nothing before, nothing will come
I don't own anything, not even my dreams
Everything there is, is here, now
The trees, the flowers changing every moment
Dancing to the wind

And here I am, carrying this body
Dreaming of floating like flowers do
Wishing to stand strong like trees do
Intending to see that I am only daughter of life,
Daughter of this moment