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VxPoem ID: 31850
Category:
pagan_spirituality
Posted: January 31st. 2008 5:35:11 PM
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To Find The Beauty
by Nyx Sange
Age Group: Adult
A primary of light... when I first heard, I wasn't so sure...
I thought I would be lost in darkness,
Forever wandering in the shadows of the world.
I suppose when you find yourself immersed in Light,
It seems you are surrounded by Shadow.
Not that I minded, for I could see things,
Things the world ignored and took for granted.
I saw the beauty where they saw the beast.
I heard the sweet music of Gaea's children
Where they heard screams and howls of terror.
I feel the rain massaging and cleansing my skin
Where they felt it freeze and sicken them.
I was cast into the shadows by the gods
As a test to see if I could see all this.
To see of I could let others see the grace and elegance
They created upon this world of ours.
And so I set out on my journey.
For one person to make so many others see this beauty
Sounds nigh on possible for someone like me.
When one grow up in a world immersed in conformity,
Where the slightest thought of difference could tip the scales,
How could a vast ocean of these souls listen to a small individual?
A world that is taught to fear what they do not understand,
To hate what they fear and to kill what they hate
Falls to the new voice on deaf ears,
Wholly ignorant of the beauty that lies before them.
How could someone like me make them see?
How can I make so many people full of angst and rage
See something so wonderful and appreciate it
If they are willing to spit on Gaea, fear Nyx's gown
And take Helios' power to become something else?
A mere mortal among all these beings who hate
And are blind to the true beauty.
How does a snowflake survive in a Hell like this?
And then I met him... someone already broken...
A lone wolf abandoned by love.
Somehow, I could speak his lupine language
And I ran with him throughout the night.
Through the forests, scaling towers, braving the monsters
Together, we felt the freedom only souls feel after death.
We no longer felt bound by anything. Society, life, nothing.
The thrills were exhilarating, but I still felt that longing.
I felt like I gave him only a thrill, but I did not help him.
It was only when I realized it wasn't the thrill of our actions,
But the thrill of being with him that kept me by his side.
That made me look into his eyes and find that special beauty
That I have been trying to announce to the world.
The beauty I fell in love with when I first saw it, and now
I see it in his eyes and find it captivating, entrancing.
I yearned for more of this beauty, but then my heart ached,
For I could see it, but i hadn't shown it to him.
For so long, I waited to tell him of the beauty I found.
But the jaws of that fear leered behind me.
That fear of telling him and have him fear me.
I bit my tongue in half to keep that fear at bay.
But that grace, that beauty was overwhelming, powerful.
Too much to keep that beauty to myself. I had to tell him.
I had to show you the beauty I found in his eyes.
All that love and passion was something he had to know...
And so I told. I felt like I was standing up to a fierce titan.
Afraid of the consequence, but determined to have my voice heard.
And I realized why he couldn't the beauty I found in him...
He has been seeing that same beauty within me...
He found that forgotten sensation and embraced it once again.
And to think He found it within my own eyes.
He told me I helped him love again... and I knew
This was my purpose. This is what I have to do...
I have to see that beauty in them so they can see it...
When I have found the beauty in you and you do the same,
Then all the wonderful things I have seen will be visible to you...
There would be no point for people to be shown such passion
If you had not seen something of the like within them.
For when that garden of beauty blossoms into your view,
Only then can you gather the seeds to sow for others to see.
But another revelation came to mind. Another ideal...
In that one moment I helped the wolf see,
I felt as if a portion of me was completed, I felt more whole.
From only one sentient being, I felt so accomplished.
I, myself, don't have to make the whole world see.
The garden I plant doesn't have to cover everything,
Just enough for others to spread their form of beauty.
I have let my rain fall and now my garden is growing.
So for those who wish to show others beauty, keep this tale.
And remember to see the beauty within others
Before letting the become enveloped in true beauty.
Author's Location: Brookfield, Wisconsin
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