Mystery never leaves you, and of you. Especially you. And then you yield - time transforms. You've never seen your own face, like I see. Your consciousness and me.

As the dusk fires, the way of being has to change - the shores must shift. Below the surface of the ocean, that stillness. Azure impenetrable haze. Islands apart, opening to the eternal. Where might the shore be? The vases fill with thought. I am watchful of it. I receive the time. It forms landscapes, it is me, alive in different terroir.