On beauty

When beauty pierces the heart
Inspiration breathes expression
Blood flows as surreal art
In a worldly but divine session

Looking and seeing becomes feeling
Pain and gain are not the only facts
The soul is immersed in self-healing
Please, move on from the same tracks

The past could not longer arise
That is the name of being wise
Beauty is in the sundown
That is the only rundown

Rhythm becomes the true meaning
Tomorrow is a gleaming brass
Reality could be just like dreaming
Beauty is the greener grass

Beauty is being and feeling
Love is living
Gratitude is breathing
And “I”… is giving!

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