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.
