beauty is aspiration
or perhaps the only passion,
the inspiration of all times
without a beginning or end.
the most geratest 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.