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.