To see beauty

Is to awaken

To all that is.

 

Beauty is not

A matter of judgement

But of absorption.

 

After all,

You cannot seize something

That grips you.

 

In the presence of beauty

The mind is silenced;

At her altar, all the senses kneel.

 

You stand there-

Feeling privileged,

Feeling blessed.

 

She won’t be spoken to;

There’s nothing

That you can say to her.

 

Silence becomes

The expression of your awe

And wonder.

 

Your words

Can’t describe her

For she is pure essence.

 

Not this, not that

Not this way

Not that way.

 

She can’t be drawn

Or designed

Or sculpted.

 

You can find her

Only when

You are immersed in her.