Beauty

It becomes a celebration
When you let it be
Ask for a little peace
And what you get is
Nameless Ecstasies

No its not a betrayal
To the mourning world
Because only if you dig up
To the source
Can you bring the beauty
To this world
And all the riches of the beyond

It's the alchemy
The secret
The truth
The awakening

Those ancient
inexhaustible laws
Which all the wise ones talked about
The ancient is now
As fresh and uncorrupted  

When your boundaries
Crumble
Then you know
Your being

There is a treasure
Waiting to be discovered
Don't you already
Have a hint?

The presence
Erases the past
And the future
It erases the Me
And You
What is left
Is the being
What is left is
This. Now.