The artist tends the edges
And graces the borders of the in-between
He sees the hidden world's between worlds
Walks in the shadowy lands
Amid awake and asleep
The artist lifts the veils
And reveals beauty that would go unseen
She sees inside the creases and crevices
Unfolds the color of flowers
Puts scent on canvas
Together they play
Dancing on the narrow edge
That is NOW
They greet the present moment
Brushing past each other
"Curiosity has its own reason for existing.
One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates
the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality.
It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day.
Never lose a holy curiosity. "
- Albert Einstein