Category: Poetry

In people and artistic expression, I think beauty assembles in our spirit the perfect pieces needed to create a whole and fix our attention. In memory, these occasions may become ideal forms that we may seek to achieve for the rest of our life. Day by day, beauty is a minefield.

Some call this the “dark night of the soul,” some call it the years eaten by locusts. In my mind, such seasons lead to victory, showing how our version of ugly can rise out of the ground and become great beauty

Beauty is wakefulness to the alignment of things as they are in their pristine form. For me, beauty is arriving at Oneness with things: spiritual/psychical and physical. Beauty exists by the exercise of the power within and without.

I measure beauty by the rate my body changes in temperature and interior jolts. My smile widens; my pupils dilate and retract. There is always a physical experience when I encounter beauty

I am hoping this poem will raise awareness to the emotional state of ‘newcomers’ and make a ripple in tolerance and kindness. I moved from Beirut to Geneva during the Lebanese civil war. Leaving everything and everyone you know and love behind takes some adjustment. There is a sense of being pulled from your roots.