What the Beauty is

Who decides what is beautiful and good?

We do.

We give meaning to even the smallest things,

Call them beauty, disgrace.

When our actions match our minds, words,

There is true beauty.

Illusion happens first,

Confusion arises between what we think is good

and what we know is bad.

This is when we call everything beautiful.

Or ugly.

There is no in-between.

Nothing is anything,

And today, we are alright with that.

Because that is all we know.

After illusion, there is exploration.

We pick and choose our battles,

Decide what we need, and what we desire.

Uncover what hurts us.

Play with it for a while.

Dissect everything.

Throw it against a wall,

Does it shatter?

Is it whole?

Through exploration, comes discovery.

We celebrate in our joys,

Horde what is good

Take pain in what hurts us,

Cast aside what is evil,

(though often pick it up if desirable)

And try to understand.

Only after we really understand

And work for what is true

In what we see and know,

Through our faith, minds, and love,

Is there Beauty.