Three persons enter into their characters. They represent all the colors there can be to make up a piece  of image. And they also everything, every complexity that makes up our world. They are the visions that we cannot cross beyond, courses or ends that we cannot foresee. Numberless of us being inside of it, like rings circling around, like fire transforming energy, at last end up as who we are.
 

I see boats passing by the harbor, but never pulled in to shore. I see loved ones parting along the journey, but can only carry on. I see the eventide scattering into twilight, but the sun rises on a new land. There in the cloudy sea appeared one stretch of clear water. The sunken history once again emerging at the surface like a pearl. The stranger traveled through oceans and woods, arrived at its side. An unsetting sun rose up at the east horizon 

-- 2012