Beauty

Sometimes I think the world is beautiful Then it appears really beautiful. Sometimes I think the world is ugly The it appears really ugly. Is there any real beauty? Is there any real beauty? I'am blind. I'm deaf. I'am dumb. I have no sensation of touch I have no sensation smelling. If beauty is eternal, If beauty is truth, If beauty is ‘joy for ever' If beauty is divine, How can I enjoy beauty? The beauty of morning, noon, evening The beauty of spring, winter, summer The beauty of sunny day, cloud-coloured day The beauty of moonlight night, The beauty of colour, pleasing-grove The beauty of warmth and coolness The beauty of tranquillity The beauty of murmur of brook The beauty of chattering of birds The beauty of silent mountain The beauty of love, affection, respect The beauty of speaking, singing The beauty of gentle breeze, north-wind, The beauty of tempest, eddy The beauty of fragrance of flower The beauty of imagination, poem The beauty of art, culture All appear meaningless to me. May be meaningful to others. So what? To me there is no existence of beauty. But If I think beauty is there Then beauty is there. Beauty depends on me Just on me, upon me... Within me... On my mind, On my eyes, On my thought, On my strength, broadness, taste, On my hearing power, On my speaking power On my feelings, perception, Realisation, experience, Comprehension, emotion Learning, nature, conception, Connection proximity, consciousness, sub-consciousness.... Beauty depends upon Time, place, sequence, condition, Attention, reason, establishment, Attitude, state, desire, tendency, Habit, introspection, training, practice........ And Inner look And outlook.