Just What Is
Beauty is momentary in the mind-
The fitful tracing of a portal;
But in the flesh it is immortal. WS
The magic portal
between memory
and imagination
opens occasionally
in dreams of words.
In that breach
live marvels:
monsters, puzzles,
contradictions,
waiting for us
to wake up
to the world
and remember
who we really are
when we aren’t
pretending who
we believe
we should be.
Revelation appears
in the flesh
like a scar.
Nothing astonishes
more than living,
messy and compelling.
Experience exists:
arcane, uncanny.
Inhale the extraordinary.
Look deep. Look hard.
See what you really see.
Only your own eyes
can solve the mystery.
Our lives live in
delights of surprise.