Category: Poetry

Beauty is the call that awaits a response.

The weightless touch of their flesh on our skin / is all we will ever know of beauty.

The world is a constant nonending explosion of beauty.

Beauty is a verb. Beauty happens. It happens to humans in condensed haiku-like moments.

There are no short cuts to real, living Beauty in this world. Compared to Beauty, there is nothing so helpless, or so powerful.