Make Me Beautiful

Climbing the mountain of self worth and recognizing our true nature.

"Oh beloved Pan and all ye other gods of this place, grant to me that I be made beautiful." -Socrates


I am the woods;
Hacked and burned away

For, money does not grow on trees,
and the river flows onward.

How then will I impart my culture?
Rocks don't float.

These then are the mountains;
The gods which reside in every human heart,

Snow capped, rugged and immense,
carved of deity tears.

Climb up you! Form nations above the twinkling cities,
while we lay down to rest these weary, decaying bones.

Can you believe in a mountain and refuse it's nature?

Look again! Sacred poems from dusty hearts are glistening off the highest lake.
Take the light inward to your own cave of bats, and make yourself your own hero to behold.

Rise on the third day above the sun, above the moon,
And let go!

I am the universe.
To ponder in one ordinary, momentary breath;

It is crisp.
It is clean.
It is pure resolve,
To be loved.



Todd R. Joslyn 2015

Author's Note

Reviews

[-Scribe in Style-]

Beautiful... Such vast visions!
Nicely penned and thought out.
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[ANTO]

Hi Todd I could see the late great Kirk Douglas delivering this as a monologue in the great movie of the age 'The Vikings" with Tony Curtis watching on in awe. It has that Hollywood feel to it with a spiritual depth and a message.
Very eloquent piece.

[wordman]

loved it todd,you covered a lot of territory in this write