We are composed of color
Fundamental color
Made of light.
Such mystery in blocks of green
Of orange, violet and black
That, coming together
On this surface, flat yet
Never there,
of canvas cloth,
Create such life and spirit
that waking every moment,
never dies.
Occupying no time and
Evidently no place
A being whose penetrating gaze
Dark eyes, dark brows
Divided by that perfect streak
of green of sea
Comes to look within us.
Everyone who sees
Absorbs the knowledge
She transmits
With steadfast view
And silent lips
Of self
from which nothing
Whatever in the world
Can hide.
