Beautiful Art
Art is the insight
To see in secret
The much beauty which fills up
All empty spaces and appreciates
That in nothingness is beauty
And not at all emptiness
Of a jubilant heart.
Art is the ability to paint
With soft brushes that have no ink
The ability to mould concrete pictures
With liquid water and enable them
Float under the embedded sea.
The deep wide sea of art,
Understood only in secret
Whispers of the heart.
This so lovely art
Real beautiful skill of art
Is the power to watch darkness
And listen to total silence
In form so artistically moulded
With sounds never heard.
The beautiful language of art
The innate competence to see
With deeply ingrained blind eyes
That which exists not in the sight
Of not the blind who see
The beauty of art so real.
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