Before the restoration, it was the colors I watched, blue, red, yellow, green, pink; the architecture, the meadow, the hedges, the water. Now, what I see is light. White light. Color has been absorbed into form; Form is in the service of surprise. It is the light, the throbbing illumination, glowing on the horizon, rippling in the waters, blowing through the grasses, that touches my lips. Something has been set in motion.
The quiet mind Brings calmness, Infinite, eternal grace. Born inside silence Is the will to be. Chaos becoming order, The holiness of life, The unfolding of Great Mystery.
