When I left my childhood home to live abroad, the idea of that place becamemystical. It became a sacred place. There, in the soil, my roots are intertwined withthe roots of the trees.
I have now grown away from that sacred, pure place. I am entangled in ideas, ambitions, dreams, and other attachments. Yet the mystical quality of that place remains, and becomes more potent with time.
Wherever I go, whatever I do, it begins from that place. And perhaps one day, afterall my long wandering, I will return.
In this collection, I reflect on my relationship with that place, my place, between mountains and low trees. My heaven on earth.
