Born into light
an infant leaves the womb,
discovers beauty,
the harsh pain of living
won't mar the soul
that seeks,
discovers,
loves,
cries,
but the cries fade,
the euphoria of building,
gives shape to the void;
love, art, wisdom, truth,
the gems we wear,
are life.

Rolf A. F.Witzsche

Visit the living art garden 
of the invisible shapes that shape us
in the wide landscape of love