The sea waving to eternity blushing to virgin faces all that is unspoken
The pure mystery of expansion and contraction, the love and hate, the desire and fear
As the ocean is setting down in the event horizon and the clouds are rising, doubt is filling my heart…
is this a war between doubt and faith or is it true they are just means to the unfathomable ecstasy of nothingness?
Will I ever go home? Or home is just coming to meet me in a dream?
Thank Gaia 