by Mae M. G.

Created on: August 05, 2008

I have heard that beauty
Is in the eye of
The beholder. That beauty
Only exists
Within the depths
Of our minds, our own concept
Of ascetic value. But no one
Had ever told me
The Truth of what
True Beauty entails. I've only seen
Traces of it, but never enough
Never enough on
This canvas,
to paint the exact likeness.
*
But his eyes, his eyes! Are the true definition
Of True Beauty. It's in his eyes that I finally understood

Why beauty cannot be explained, only merely
Represented in a dualistic reality. It is only when,
You look into their eyes, that you begin to
Melt into the paint and the brush stroke, or the thick
Or thin lines from sturdy fingers. That you understand
The significance of each intricate development
Of the Artist's capable hands. Let the creation
Of the creator, invent the definition of the Truth.
But it's when you become a creator, the Artist,
Whether it be by invention, or Artistic intuition
That all comes into light.
*
Examine the slender curve of their neck
As it perfectly bends into his shoulder blade. How
The graceful lines perfectly outline, the physical form
Of his body. Maybe, it's the detail in his mouth
That causes your eyes to rest a moment, or the stirring,
The stunning, the sudden inspiration
that distracts you from breathing?
Or the distracting way your eyes are drawn to the
Shaping of his arms? Could it have been the tapering of
His torso to his hips, and how the way his legs
Seem to prolong your eyes' descent to the ground? Even then,
You can't seem to take your eyes off of him, not even
The shoes covering his feet.
*
But I know what it is, I know
That exact moment when True Beauty, frees you from the
Restraints of the restricting idea of beauty
And life. It is
The fluttering of your sporadic heartbeat, as you let yourself
Peer into the depths of his very Soul. Be brave! For a moment,
Your perception of Life, of Love, of Beauty,
And of Truth will forever change. Instantaneous. Inevitable.
But all the while destined. And you realize you've been
Chasing masterpieces to define what beauty is. You've
Tried to identify its origin, its birth. And everything becomes clear.
As you see the brilliance, the essence of pure Art, pump through your
Veins. Thicker than blood, thicker than physical life.
The curtain, the veil shall be pulled back, and the Universe
Shall come alive, a sun rising as its first ray dips into the darkness
Breaking open a new day. In one moment, you know it all.
That it is the emotion, that breaks and shatters the masterpieces
You've placed upon pedestals. It burns into you. It is when
The concept of time is broken, and Art is timeless.
*
Because you see your past, present, and future,
You see far beyond the scope and limitations of time itself.
And even after the moment is passed, and physical time
Urges the present to draw you back in. The evidence
Is right there in front you. Because in his eyes, you saw
All you needed. You saw completion, saw the hope
And light of Peace and Harmony, melting vividly into
Pure Light. And it is that moment, within his eyes, that the meaning
Of Life, Of Art, of True Love, of Destiny, of Hope, of Wisdom,
Of the Spiritual, of the Eternal, of Truth,
And of True Beauty, is either found or will remain lost.
*
For he is All that is true. And once this invisible key
Unlocks doorways into Self, Soul, and beyond, will you see the Truth?
Will you understand? That he found a key in you, you in him,
And together you found a key, to unlock the secrets
Of All That There Is.

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