Perhaps the maestro sits
quietly thinking how each
expert stroke will improve
the near perfection beheld.
Just came back from Dili, Timor Leste. And sometimes your breath gets taken away, and your imagination wistfully along with it.
This has nothing to do with religion by the way. It is just that the colours, the designs, seem so deliberate, you start thinking that it was put there, and not just HAPPEN.
Will write more in other blog on the trip, once recovered from being run ragged…