Beauty by Mike Noxaura


A baby cooing
A star is going nova
The smile of a bride
The blush of a teenage boy
The laughter, unafraid of a grandma
The solid advice of a grandpa
The wind in the trees
A tiger on the hunt
The smell of sage and sweetgrass burning in a sweat lodge
The peyote and ayahuasca visions
Fresh-grilled veggies
I was lying in the arms of love
A healthy poop
A cold glass of lemonade on a hot summer’s day
Children are playing

What is beauty?
Life is in action, but just contemplation


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