The Sweet Sound

The sheer passion in the eyes of great men and women.
The sheer power that flows from their being. Power that they take no claim to, power that they don't understand. Power that they just are thankful for.

My heart have not seen beauty like hers in a long time. It was striking. So when I open my mouth to speak. It wasn't me speaking. No, no. That would just be too sad. This deserved much much more. And it received that.

Inside I smile. It felt so simple, such ease and simple flow. The choice to let go and be. The choice that emphasize beauty and love over mere appearance. It flooded my veins. Body moving in motion and flow that can't be denied.

I express the sheer power that flowed from the love I felt. The one I can't explain. The one that stands tall but yet invisible.

I am letting go of it all. I can't possibly hold on to mere appearance when such love and beauty knocks at my door. No more facade to prove anything. Love and beauty that I've felt from day one. The same love and beauty, I hid for mere appearance. The same that I went in search of because I thought I lost it. The same that I've always had. Love and Beauty. I am who I am. Something I will never fully comprehend but accept and love.

I am glad and awed that I have this love and beauty in me, ready for expression in everything I do.