To father, farther go,
horizons beckon,
we reach for them,
never to find them
as limits,
they are new as we step,
worlds upon worlds,
such as they promise.

Horizons are:
rich, in what they give,
endless, for discovery,
should one not touch
their infinity,
to be transformed,
to be renewed,
by it?

Horizons are for discovery,
they feed the mind,
they let us be touched
by the essence,
of who we are,
they beckon us not to hold back,
but become one
with infinity.

Rolf A. F.Witzsche

Visit the living art garden 
of the invisible shapes that shape us
in the wide landscape of love