Kevin Sonnet Number 37

For the viewer, beauty has the feel of All the connections of eternity, For it is through this processing of love The timeless achieves non-duality. So, when we turn and lie still and silent With our touch being the only focus, Limits melt away and our fears relent Almost to the point beyond our notice. There in the heart of quiet acceptance Do we become mortality’s equal, Gazing at beauty’s undying expanse Lacking no beginning, end or sequel. What matter words when everything else speaks; When your palms decide to cradle my cheeks.