A sense of style

September 10, 2008

I am left with only a sense of style.
A beautiful cloth drapes across an aging frame
sparkling jewels, fine walking leather boots and I appear
walking into the room of natural beauty
And, of course, I smile . . . I smile not because of, not for
a reason, it is as I am; just as I am . . .
only left with a sense of style, just mere appearance is
enough to feel the grace of What is Truly.
Perhaps you have felt this? What I am?
I leave you with only a sense of style . . .

Grace given and Grace seen, if you will see The Style
of the Beauty of Reality.