The Drum Beat Called "Beauty"

Resting
Unposed in the arms of a shade tree
Forgetting everything for a moment
​Time lapses
Calm tendencies rise
Pain dissipates in the wind.
I am free in spirit as ever.

My mind drifts...
And the drum beat called “beauty” comes into focus...

#1 Laughter penetrates
From my memories of them,
It’s a neat, nice, beautiful way
To remember the dead.
I can see the laughter
Paint across the visual scenes in my head
Bits of communication between Hades
And here pop into reality.
I listen and look,

#2 What was paralyzed is moving again,
The blessed who were tied down are making gains.
God is glorified.

#3 Even, there is a way life can fade for a moment
Yet something from the substrate surfaces
And we have visions,
We get to experience nothing
And miss nothing.

My mind backs off the drum beat...

This moment is wrapping up,
It occurs
This is why women and men strive towards living
It is born by the existence of the drum beat called “beauty”.