When I see the paint in the dish, little grains of sand swirling around I think of the universe, time and space, color and shape , chaos and organized beauty. It has all been made for love, transformed by love and kept and sustained for love. Why is it so damn hard for us to love everything around us without excuse or appraisal?
We are light and know nothing of shadow,
We are water and know nothing of reflection,
We are thought and know nothing of the one thinking.