Truth and Beauty

Incense ambrosia
Placid breath
A drop of truth
A touch of death

And lo and behold
For beauty is born
A dash of twilight
At once airborne

Nautical sunrise
Crisp, self-aware
Fragrant sunset
Paradoxical prayer

And truth, and beauty
In such ways do attest
Of mind and of heart
Balanced upon thy breast

For the truth and the beauty
Are one and the same
There are no keys
To set the will aflame

None, No, none.
What is there to reclaim?
What you always were
You became

~ by revolutionwithin on May 12, 2009.

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