If steel transforms its

Hardness,
Rigidity,
Mass.
Into such words as:
Slight,
Sensuous,
Supple,
Airlike.

Does its essence still remain?

If its aura,
Not its form,
Is what fills steel with

Grandeur
If its colour,
Not its rust,

Is what fills steel with
Presence

Does its essence still remain?

If it stops being empty, If it stops being full,
If it simply stops standing there,
And starts "Being",

Does its essence still remain?

If steel stops being lifeless
And starts breathing,
Transforming itself everyday,
Would you say it is alive?

And Art?

Is it no longer art
By having no definition?

Or does its essence
Really lie
In "not being defined"?

So, then . . .

Is Art not

The human ability to
Bestow upon the senses
Perceptions from the
   SOUL?