Isla El Coyote

Sacred forms emerge, one by one.
A hidden seascape shrouded in silence.
A vision. Alone within, lost, I watch.
Souls piercing and moving across the hierarchy of horizons.
Formations arise through the transparency of passages.
A communion, journeying side by side, together, and alone.
A transformative revelation of the spirit.
One by one, souls move through the horizons of immortality.  JD

Drawing: Baja Passage