"There is no spot on earth that ever became sacred until something danced there; maybe it was just an atom or two.
Strange now the seriousness I see around the shrines of perfect saints whose feet were once wept ecstatic tears as they moved upon the sun they saw beneath our every step.
There is no place in existence that ever became sacred until something sang there, even be it just a molecule. That is enough. I hear they croon all the time."
- my beloved HAFIZ
detail from a 2013 watercolor on paper in a private collection