Beauty's Gift

Shapes and forms pulse and merge
Magic tapestries all converge
Confusion of parts aligned to feed
The lonely memory of shadow’s need.

Emanating through the female hue
Delicious pain, sensuous game
Want to observe this sacred clue
Want to remember being you.

Such a scorching aching find
Want to release my anchored mind
Want to leave this body behind
Want to enter, dissolve in kind.

All beauty is an archetype of light
The starting point - the Soul all bright
A well-spring of beauteous myth
Pouring out in to ease the rift.

Beauty is a gift to help us grow
A reflection of unity's coherent flow
Divine communication through ideal form
A reminder from Mom to remember home.
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