In beauty there is God, and in beautiful things there is the refinement and cultivation of consciousness. Creative people live in the world of beauty; for, beauty speaks to the heart and silences the mind.
I'm listening yet I don't know
If what I hear is silence
Or God.
I'm listening but I can't tell
If I hear the plain of emptiness echoing
Or a keen consciousness that
At the bounds of the universe
Deciphers and watches me.
I only know I walk like someone
Beheld beloved and known
And because of this I put into my every movement
Solemnity and risk.