Art is a Window

I.
Art is a window
into another universe without time,
with unending space.
We are connected to that universe
by that window,
to witness a scene
from the perception of the artist.
A perception that transmits to us
the wonder of the infinite textures
of life and death,
of birth and rebirth,
of the revolution of seasons –
the constellations of our being.
We behold fluidity frozen,
movement stilled,
wildness muted,
eternal song, flashing to us in a note.

II.
The goal of art
is to draw us toward it,
and into it –
and to plunge us so much
into our nobler selves,
our deeper selves,
our other selves,
as to be unable to distinguish
the brush,
or the string,
or the lens,
or the chisel,
that crafted the window
through which we flew.