Often in moments of inspiration, I get an invitation to a spiritual journey by painting a picture. Immersed in the sailboat of history, I am looking for the scars of the past.
A witness to today's time of errant researchers, I unravel the fabricated truth. I seek the heavenly way to touch the light in the darkness of the ancient sky.
As a messenger for a greater truth, I search for sanctuaries and forgotten cities. I recognize the lighthouses of today's time in the vast vistas of the plains.
I can sense the refuges of lost pilgrims, the cities of dreamers, the quiet docks that I recognize in the indistinct horizon.