The poet “drowns” himself in beauty –
But this can never happen in the West – in the land of logical thinking.
The poet greets a flower on the dining room table
Which his wife placed there that morning – just before he arose.
The internet, on the other hand, never contains actual beauty
Because whatever’s there –
Isn’t real –
And, since only the real is vulnerable to dying, only the real can truly be beautiful.
So, wake up – put down your iPhone –
Beauty, as the essence of God, is waiting everywhere – just for you.
Like I said, wake up, little one –
Then, wake up again!
Because beauty resides only in that second awakening.
The poet has “drowned” himself in beauty –
But, unfortunately, he’s asleep – and completely unaware of it –
This kind of “waking sleep” constitutes normal quotidian activity –
A mental “mirror” reflecting infinite numbers of digital mirrors –
But never, ever, an actual flower!
So, this all-encompassing electronic world, completely empty of natural beauty,
Will always be a world of splintered minds.