Beauty

Beauty

What a beauty you are

Personified you are not

Pictures you are not

How perplexing

How confusing

Oh beauty what are you

Torment me so

Hurt me so

Your nature eludes me

For words you are not

For pen do you not justice

Nor are you an action

For the ballet makes you weep

You are not the voice

Even when nature sings you praise

Oh beauties real are you

Or just a dream

A dream for fools

Fools who claim to know you so

Accusing you to be all that is holy

All that is right

All that is good

Beauty you rouse me so

I burn for you

Yet never capture you

Oh beauty you make me feel

To tear with emotion

To seethe with rage

To laugh with joy

To make me human

Oh beauty what are you

Are you real or just a dream

A fleeting dream that comes and goes

Like ages old and new

Beauty where are you

Are you the soul that burns for thee?

I chase a dream

A dream for beauty

But you are a dream

You are not real

I searched for beauty for naught

For there is no real beauty

I am beauty

I am the thought

I am an idea

I am a dream.

Is it beautiful? Is it real? Beauty is a concept nothing more nothing less. But what is real? Are you real? Is the world around you real? Does something corporeal mean it is real? Does seeing something makes it real? Hearing it? Feeling it? No it does not. We have a veil of illusions pulled over our very world, the veil of thought. The very moment we think we have fallen asleep to the world. The moment we think we know is the moment when all is undone. We do not see with our eyes we see with our brain, we do not feel with our skin we fell with our brain. We do not smell with our nose, we smell with our brain. We do not hear with our ears, we hear with our brain. We do not taste with out tongue, we taste with our brain. We do not live in a world governed by nature; we are now living in a world governed by our brain. Our very own Matrix. Everything we create with our minds such as concepts of beauty cannot be real to the natural world. However it is only given existence inside the world we have created.

‘There is no spoon’ the little boy told Neo when he went to find the Oracle in the Matrix. Can an object become beautiful if no one looks at it? If there is a world so beautiful but no one has ever seen it is it real? Is there paradise? What is paradise? Is it a beautiful place, of course it is says the people. Have you seen it people? No we have to die to go to paradise. So is beauty real? No it is not real; it is only as real as our brains make it up to be. Our world, our perception and even humanity itself, everything is perceptions. So is what I say real? I won’t count on it for I am just an idea, a beautiful idea.