Beauty comes to me as I admire.
			I admire when contemplation takes my heart.
I am my heart as I observe myself, and I realize, 
									love is my beauty.
  
Intelligence comes to me through insight.
			I am insight when light surrounds me.		
I am intelligence as I surrender to the unfolding of time, and I realize, 
 									love is my intelligence.

Love comes to me as I observe attentively. 
  			I observe when beauty enchants me. 
I am attracted to myself as I observe myself, and I realize, 
									I am love.

Where does beauty lie? Could it be possible that through admiration beauty is found? Where does intelligence come from? Is insight indispensable for an out of the box intelligence?
Signature Lina Ru