Beauty is the temple bell that sings into the night,
Suspending us in moments of consistencies delight,
Beauty is the strange surprise that calls one ever closer,
Beauty is the starting place which most of us look over.
Beauty is the space between the mud and blooming lotus,
Beauty is the subtlety where virtue goes unnoticed,
All forgiving, all inviting, all enticing ease!
Beauty is the gravity that drops me to my knees.
Beauty needn’t try to find supporters for its cause,
By wofting ‘gainst the wind or pouring from its pours.
Never found but always there between the two extremes,
When pullled in both directions and it’s stitched between the seams.