Category: Poetry

It’s a search for stillness amongst the out-rushing waves of time. A flower that will die. A moment that’s already passed, captured. When that’s achieved, the result is perceived as beauty.

Beauty breaks the bounds of time and space. It transcends the boundaries between you and me, us and them. It is as essential to life as water, and just as easily taken for granted when we do not want for it.

Beauty is as necessary as a life-raft or a trail of breadcrumbs in a dense forest. Is it possible live on beauty alone? Perhaps not. But it can make living possible.

I want the fog of beauty to rise up in a reader’s consciousness and change the world.

It could be the music of the Universe that shapes itself into the notes of everything we experience—terrifying, lulling, devastating, joyous. Beauty could simply be the gift that one hand gives and another receives, both reaching toward the same heart.