The vessel i am travelling through,
challenges me to seek my real self.
though the reeds, the bushes,
and the briers are still.
...
never shut are my eyes,
when starts dwell the sun in skies.
never is my will frail,
for i breathe the freshness in air.
...
blue, pale blue in white,
such terrains upright.
the challenge the earth,
and clash like tides.
...