Beauty

Beautiful is.      
Kashmir,        
Me in front of Me,        
Splashing Springwater in the morning,        
the Red Sunrise,        
Today,        
Yellow - White        
Warmth.        
Speaking to you, Face to Face,        
fully awake        
your faces.        
Depth,        
Being Human,        
tiny water droplets,        
the warm Autumn evening,        
Remembering, fulfilling bright Eyes,      
glowing in dark Purples and whispering Blues.        
Me and You        
Us        
Connecting        
Me and Me,        
Upside, downside.        
Blackness.        
Death.        
       
Today I fell,        
in tears,        
aimlessly reorienting my senses,        
because I lost my Love.        
It is not fair for both of us,        
for me to lose it to you,        
for you to receive it all,        
without being asked.        
       
It Will return to me,        
whirling, roaring, ray-like.        
The pain Will end,        
as I accept you,        
as the Abundance,        
as the Beauty you are.        
Then you can leave me,
or stay if you like.

Some of us tend to say stupid things like "I'm not perfect.";  
oh Well.  
Remember: I am.        
Right now it's just pain, but it will turn outwards as pure Dust.        
As Our glowing Will.        
       
Hail thee, Aset. Mother. You are Just and you are Beautiful.