And a poet said, Speak to us of Beauty.
And he answered:
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall
you find her unless she herself be your way
and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she
be the weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty
is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own
glory she walks among us."
And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a
thing of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth be-
neath us and the sky above us."
The tired and the weary say, "Beauty is of
soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint
light that quivers in fear of the shadow."
But the restless say, "We have heard her
shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs,
and the beating of wings and the roaring of
lions."
At night the watchmen of the city say,
"Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the
east."
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers
say, "We have seen her leaning over the earth
from the windows of the sunset."
In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall
come with the spring leaping upon the hills."
And in the summer heat the reapers say,
"We have seen her dancing with the autumn
leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."
All these things have you said of beauty.
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs
unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand
stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul en-
chanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song
you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close
your eyes and a song you hear though you shut
your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark,
nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a
flock of angels for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life
unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

--------------Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet