Pupils do not smile;

they do shrink or swell

inviting light’s response,

or not so much.

 

Beauty bursts surprising grace in place and space.

But infatuation,

addictive potential love of beauty,

hope becoming faith,

sustained or unsustainable through repeating peace recovery.

 

Beauty grows through relationship,

the surface of goodness,

wellness,

or even excess.

Creative beauty thrives through time

each moment we return to places

where rejoin our longing and belonging

our purpose with our meaning

our becoming in this being

our function in this in-formation

at this time

and in this relationship of home.

 

Pupils do not smile so much as mutually swell.