Mirrored Beauty

Why is it that when
I started to aim to look like
A rose,
A ballerina,
A goddess,
An elf,
A sculpture,
And a woman –
I started to dance freely through life
Bursting with fragances
Of a delicate rose,
Spinning and leaping
Like a free-flowing ballerina,
Borrowing the divine
Beauty of my goddess,
Loving the earth
Like a maternal elf,
Staying still
Like a finely molded sculpture,
And being a creator
Like that of
A woman’s womb.
And when I asked beauty from
The moon goddess,
Instead of finding it
In the mirror
I started seeing it
In the faces
Of every insect, animal,
And human being. 


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