Beauty
How does a blind person see beauty?
What missing pieces share collective consciousness?
How does a deaf person hear beauty?
What silent tones and sounds create harmonious melody?
How does one know the unknown?
How do you feel beauty when it touches you in your dreams?
Is Beauty…
A wonder? A mystery? A marvel? A mist of knowing?
A silent single sixth sense?
Does it simmer below the surface between dreams and discovery?
How does one know the unknown?
Does Beauty masquerade in colorless cloth of
Innate natural knowledge,
Or cloudy clues from surreal surroundings?
Does Beauty conceal, covering itself
Like warm weighted blankets
Deep inside. Deep in between. Deep within
Silent Vibrations?
Silent Stimulations?
Silent Sensations of yesterday‘s Tomorrows?
Creating premature meaning from unknown context?
No. No. No.
Beauty is infinite, Beauty is magnificent, Beauty is magnanimous.
Beauty is Beyond Boundaries. Recklessly Real. Wildly Wise.
Beauty is Accurately Ageless.
Beauty is Timeless Tomorrows.
Buried deep below the surface of all our senses.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting
Like a pregnant mother knowing the unknown.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
to become
Unfathomably Real.
Real begets Knowledge
Knowing becomes Real.
Beauty is Beyond sight.
Beauty is Beyond sound.
Beauty is Beyond Surface.
Beauty is Love.