Appreciating beauty for what it is. Observing, enjoying with curiosity and feeling that it is enough. If I am not seperate, there is nothing to want, covet, grasp for or judge. There is no time limit because there is no time. There is no frustration, sense of wanting more, because creative possibility is infinite. There is only the deep appreciation of now...

I see the beauty in external form,

I see grace, curvature, fibonacci,

I see lithe, supple, rippling strength,

I see soft, graceful, pastel tones,

and roaring, incandescent thrust,

and gentle, softest caress,

I see mountains explode in tumultuous flame,

and seashores whisper over polished grain,

Turbulent skies, raging, black and red and restless,

While a golden sun sinks quietly to rest,

alchemic veil of dark revelation,

and I observe and I am all those things,

and the pain of grasping is diminished,

Why do I need to own and keep,

That which is already mine?