We all love to gaze upon beauty;
wherever we find it to be;
we almost consider it our duty;
but it’s usually about what we see.
Why must vision set the parameters;
of what all beauty must be;
heights; shapes; and diameters;
are all that the eyes can see.
Yet, within all, lies an energy soul;
the beauty that all of us wear;
a permanent garment, in control;
and is with us everywhere.
The mind controls every decision;
of where all great beauties reside;
the eyes attempt their own revision;
judging, solely on the outside.
Beauty is much more than a picture;
it’s a combination of emotions, inside;
with knowledge added to the mixture;
it’s no wonder some want to hide.
If we could but know that energy inside;
we’d all but ignore beauty’s picture;
the permanent beauty seems to hide;
remaining beauty’s lasting fixture.
Real beauty is love; an energy projection;
constant; the light from the great I Am.
Life, given the Master’s eternal protection;
never ending; for it had never began.