O groves and thickets
Planted by the hand of the Beloved;
O verdant meads
Enamelled with flowers,
Tell me, has He passed by you?
A thousand graces diffusing
He passed through the groves in haste,
And merely regarding them as He passed
Clothed them with His beauty.
from The Spiritual Canticle of St John of the Cross, the most eminent lyric poet in the Spanish language and universal patron of all Spanish poets (English translation by David Lewis, “A Spiritual Canticle of the Soul and the Bridegroom Christ”, pub. Cosimo Classics, 2007).
A spontaneous comment from one viewer:
The young man with his flute, seated on the left, is listening to the overwhelming sound of the flowers and the forest… He knows that he is also part of that cosmic melody and his only desire is not to interrupt it, not to drown it out, not to shut his ears or close his eyes to it… so as to capture as much of its light as possible!
That music calls us, that light guides us; all of the works of Creation accompany us.