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THIS IS BEAUTY
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| Arriving like a shy boy in the presence of a girl he loves, I come to you and you to me: as a green light in the shadow of trees kisses the ground, as the blue light of stones caresses them. You walk in the coral hues reflected from your own spirit. Bees hum around you as if your body were the stalk of a blue corn flower; your hair the petals of wild daisies. Everywhere we walk there is light. It is God's delicacies at work. This is beauty. |
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Image by Wassily Kandinsky
Poem © Blake Steele 1995 |
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