MY FACE
MY FACE
The beauty of the wholeness
Is in the parts of making.
The beauty of my face
Is in traces of time.
The beauty of the flowers
Is inside a whole plant.
The sweetness of a fruit
Is in a plant that bears it.
The creeps bear gourds
Bear melons in the farm.
The mint tastes sweet
Scent an aroma to the wind.
The beauty of a creation
Is within the creation rite.
Wet my words and see
The needle it spurs.
Weed my actions and see
The node it spots.
Wear my costumes and see
The fitness it adores.
Wear my shoes and see
The tightness it bears.
Will my wealth and see
The needs it causes.
Wall my ads and see
The hooks it crannies.
Wash my foots and see
The the prizes it brings.
Dict my words and see
The heaven in its blessing.
Woo my ways and see
The beauty it enlists.