Morocco

The bow cuts into the rising swirl of the Mediterranean. The ferry boat heaves against the pushing might of the open Atlantic. Heading towards Andalucía, this lone voyager looks back at the fading coast of Morocco. He reflects upon his years in this land, how its charm and magic opened to him through the gracious hearts of its people.
Here, he found a place of the ancients, the orchestral harmony of all the prophets. Here, he found a people in tune with life in all its mystery, beauty and tribulation, a people still truly connected.
Morocco, I relish the great privilege you bestowed upon me. I thank your ears opened to hear, your eyes opened to see, your hearts opened to give. I thank the teaching you gave me and how you showed me, that despite a world gone mad, humanity can still be natural, pure and good.
You travel with me, the lone voyager sailing from your shores. I thank each of you for this added pulse of life in my heart. For now, I bid adieu.