Beauty doesn’t have to be framed and hung on gallery walls
Or stuck on pedestals and plinths in public spaces
Real beauty isn’t manufactured or reinterpreted
It exists in quiet forests
When the sun hits raindrops beading on spider webs
Like translucent pearls
Or in the glittering waves of surf rolling onto shores
Even city streets provide bold openings
I see masterpieces everywhere
In those around me
In the way that eyes seek other eyes
And hands reach out for other hands
Moments of tenderness quietly observed
We can all choose to see life unfold in splendid mystery
Revealing each layer of truth
Through the beauty of the day to day
Watching ordinaries become extra
In the radiance of love transcendent
Everything is beautiful
With the right perspective
David Trudel © 2013
Apogee
I wonder if we have reached the apogee of ignorance
There are so many utterly manipulative people
Powering and empowering the collective mind
Unencumbered with knowledge
Devolving to pre-consciousness
Suffering cultural amnesia
While the fringe is ridiculed and attacked
Instead of being celebrated as the avant garde
Confronting truth through undesignated designs
Finding meaning in the recollage of skewed moments
Tracking time by marking walls
Walls of fear and control
Until time takes its toll
And walls come down in splintered pieces
Illuminating the darkness of the artistically challenged
With the light of truth
David Trudel © 2013
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