I like to get lost in infinite horizons,
When my eyes wander into the versatile blue
So that hierophany manifests itself.
Orange, pink, azure and gray…
When my thoughts lose their ritual anger
Let my imagination, freed, let the spirit bloom.
I am the hand, I am the eye, I am the work that I know.
Beyond the horizon, breathe the ether, and find,
Without looking,
The sparkling beauty.
