But God is not a minimalist, he allows for so many sorts of beauty
There are so many layers of beauty.
Look at a beautiful landscape,
And even there
One day the wind blows, and the feeling is so
And on another day the sun shines and the feeling is such
And if that is not art
And if that is not rhythm
Then you don’t know about art at all.
A wind blows
A wind blows
And it brings its music to my landscape
And like the leaves I dance.
And my only wish, is that I had more wings,
and I had more branches, and I could dance some more.
Listen now, let me put down the poetic form and tell you something.
God is not a minimalist
And the beauty that is out there is enough for every being.
Open your eyes and open your ears and let you hear.
And what is artistic skill?
What is the ability to play an instrument or to draw forms
To mould clay and stone
To mould words?
The artistic skill is only your wings, your leaves, the colorful flaps of your dress
For when God’s wind blows, you can dance bigger
You can be extended further
You can reach higher
Your pot is a little bigger and the water you will carry from the river to spill into the sea will be a little more
And your joy more complete.
Do, do develop your skill
Develop your voice, your hand, your feet.
Not because you can ever make art that way.
But because when God’s wind blows,
Your dance will be more.
Poetry is the rhythm of the wind as it blows
And looking at it
And laughing at it
Enjoying it, and writing it down here for you
Is just the Eucharistic act.