The Eucharistic act

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 paint

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.