beauty is an aspiration,
or perhaps the only passion,
the inspiration of all times,
without a beginning or end.
the greatest rapture,
the innermost pain!
a smell, a sound, a breath
a different vibration, gleam, depth!
if it is not rendered
to the common conditionings

and if hearts refuse to partake
in the parade of ordinary consciousness,
beauty takes off its fancy apparel
and manifests its unique nature.
innocent and without shame,
just like a flower in blossom,
pure, simple and plain.