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Where Did Beauty Come From?: a Poem
This old fascination with beauty of a flower
of ocean's sunsets and everything living
from ever seemed to have this mysterious power
to tantalize my mind with a sheer disbelieving.
Too simple to me to ascribe it all to a god
I searched through my mind for beauty's true source
with every coming answer looking so odd
including the one about a natural course.
Then one day in epiphany of a kind
it all became so clear to me
so I felt grateful to my mind
for making it possible for me to see.
Yes, beauty came from my own eyes
my soul telling them what to see
making those flowers so magically nice
and basking some creatures in a fascinating glee.
For, without any souls and their insistence
no beauty would be there or a need for any
so it's beauty of the soul creating its existence
to match its own image and making so many.