True Beauty

Wander in wonder and find true beauty around you.

I once saw a beautiful sunset
And yet, not all seemed the same

Each morning the Sun warmly approaches

Yet, not all days feel warm

I once wandered through Nature

And every day since I have wondered of beauty

What is true about beauty and whether it’s real.

After all the wanders and wonders

Asking what is True Beauty, is like asking

What is real about Life?

Beauty is a product of ego

True Beauty is a by-product of Spirit

Consequential of Nature taking her course

From below to above, beauty flowers and grows

From above to below, True Beauty blessed and bestowed.

As the circle of life revolves and transpires

Some call it living, some only suffer

Life only blooms via pattern

Via synchrony, conducting a tune for us all

Dancing the waltz of completion

Stumble and learn, bloom or stagnate
Finding answers is simple
Asking questions is tough.

Like a balloon underwater

Rising is essence, rising is purpose

So too with all living beings

So too with us all,

If you see True Beauty as essence

If you see it as purpose

Merely a choice between lying or rising

One by one we must choose

No escape no excuses.

For each like view, oceans of dislikes surround us

What is natural for some is artificial for others

Splendid sights to behold are only for some to destroy

Different beauties to love and to cherish

Natural order awaits

As perfect as is, not for some

For some, True Beauty spells danger

For those who attempt to usurp God's arrangement

For whom freedom is nightmare

For whence ugly is chosen not made

Chaos is upheld in disgrace.

Is True Beauty subjective or Godly?

In modern times beauty is harnessed, not witnessed

Objectified out of spirit

Counted not valued, priced not preserved

Appearances measured and treasured, yet not understood

What thoughts are received

Which emotions aroused

What actions then flower

This is how beauty is seen

With its after-effects in one's life

Not in its own right

Not for its essence

Looked and liked only for pleasure

Seen and wanted delights for the ego

First to look and desire

Last to be granted and served.

Where was the thought — why?

Why fore not grace, but appearance?

Why some things and not others?

Why fore does beauty change with beholder?

Divinity moulded with subjective intentions

Drowned out with self-righteous nostalgia

Self-covetous hope altruistically feigned

For some it was lust

For others a need for communion

Without eyes for cognition

Gross desire labelled beauty

In fact ugly as hell.

True Beauty is Natural

The way all is conceived

The way it was meant outside of personal opinion

The way it was made

As is finite but with endless potential

Creatures made for creation, not folly

To maintain and sustain

Not to rule in God's place.

A war be now brewing dear brothers and sisters

A war full of cunning attraction

Ravenous rebels craving desire and raving deceptions

Knaves of all nations barking out orders

Seeing beauty as different

Rocks and stones do not choose their own colour

People do, not in body but spirit

Some don white, others take black

One or the other, it cannot be both.

If you think there's no choice,

Or it doesn't affect you,

Your colour is chosen
Your decision is made

For True Beauty to reign, to be seen

Black must don white out of choice

The great game and the great challenge

Smelting rocks into crystals

Playing Go for the weight of our verse.

True Beauty is when Free Will reigns supreme

When Truths are revealed

When living things live according to choice

When All on Earth prospers

When strength meets suspense

When grief finds its solace

When violence discovers compassion

When war turns to peace

When what Nature birthed prospers

When Life has been served and all else has burnt

When Care finds rebirth

Only then can True Beauty be born.

All else is mirage

Mere personal tastes as sweet as they are

Look it, like it and ponder

See it, love it and wonder

True Beauty within and ugly without

Look up and around

Objective truths unbound and surrounding

You as One with One personified in us All

This is True Beauty, remember it well.

Once it is seen, it is never forgotten
Once it is felt, it is always adored
But to savour True Beauty takes courage
Disposing of synthetics and culture and ego

The sun of the Father

In tune with the Mother

You the beholder

Eyes cast and mouth open wide:

What does one see, when they look?

What does one wonder, when wandering?

What one considers true about beauty!?

The decision is yours in the making.

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Written by George Tchetvertakov