What is beauty?

When I call upon the beautiful, 

what am I summoning?

Not physical symmetry,

not physical perfection,

not that gorgeous look

of the put-together body,

the lovely home,

the splendid garden.

No, all that is fine & wonderful to admire of course,

but beauty,

that true beauty,

that lifts the stars to the sky

& carries the seeds into the ground,

that elevates creation into song

& radiates straight into the heart--

it is something

you feel more than see,

something you recognize as a mirror of all you ever wanted--

joy in a smile,

eyes lit with wonder,

cascading energy that lifts you up, up, up--

this is the beauty of the unseen,

this is the beauty of the spheres.