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?