BEAUTY
They are asking about beauty.
Beauty cannot be won, it cannot be kept.
Beauty can be possessed, but only in a conscious moment.
The eyes of beauty, opening at the base of the chest,
will see totality in detail and detail in totality.
Beyond thought, concept and imagination,
beauty will be heard, felt and drunk like nectar in its exquisite passing.
It is the happiness at the seed of happening; it is transience at the core of time;
it is perpetually passing through our bypassing selves.
As we are found within that beauty behind the inner garments,
meeting gowns more foul, joyful, alive, and colourful;
all the way home to the space we never left.
