Ethics of Aesthetics

Starseeds, cosmic travellers
made from stardust, you say.
Yet, here we are,
feet on earth.
Home feels oh so far away.
Expelled from source,
we signed the soul contract
to come here and prove our worth.

Bombarded by the media.
Subliminal messages
infiltrating our consciousness.
Staining the purity
of our very existence,
instead fixated
on perfecting our outward appearance.

This vanity is insanity.
So steeped in others' perceptions of us,
we lost a life of quality.
Emptying ourselves just to feel full.
Filling ourselves just to feel empty.

"Look at me, see me, look at my beauty."
My surface so vigorously polished,
yet no reflection is accomplished.
"Look at me, but don't go too deep."
For you might see beneath my veil,
you might not stay,
when you see beneath my polished sheet.

So empowered we are to say,
"Fuck your beauty standards!"
But wait,
don't forget to follow me on instagram,
give your time to see me shine,
that bright fluorescent glow.
For outside that discreet perfected box
is where I keep what you will never know:
the imperfections, the flaws,
the stains left from the paws of lovers long gone.

Here we are,
dancing between the sheet
of mundane atrocities.
Don't you remember,
the beauty of life is its simplicities?

Oh, how profound we think we sound
to spin the phrase "beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
Yet, here we are, gripped in the fear
of the inevitable wrinkles
gifted to us by growing older.

Would you really exchange
your birthright of infinite wisdom
just to have your lips done?

Chasing fashion so fast.
We will never keep up,
but hey,
it's not like it's killing our planet,
so keep your chin up.

The logos, the brands,
designed by the man.
The wardrobe, the purse,
you can barely keep full enough
to help you fulfill this curse.

More is more, enough is enough.
Strip it down baby,
that pseudo suit.
Let it drop to the floor,
because you,
yes you,
you are more than enough,
more than more,
even with all your smoke and mirrors.

You goddess, you queen,
you babe, you king,
the most beautiful thing is just you being.
Let that sink in.

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You are already whole.
We are ALL a perfectly curated piece
that is a woven tapestry
of one fragmented soul.

Beauty is the sprouted seed
that thrives inside us,
ready to thrive when you dive into the window of your soul.
Oshun, Ishtar, Freya, Parvati, and Venus,
we're already pregnant,
holding their pure and deep-sheathed beauty within us.

Yet Beauty is here for deeper duty.
Venus, Aphrodite and Hedoné:
they guard the prettiest treasury.
From lands where flowers reign,
and the hardest question seems to be
Where is the champagne? 

There is a pleasant message
in the pretty things of life.
It shows that existence thrives.
Beauty is contagious.
It can turn us outrageous.
Though it is not what
you can see with your eyes.
We all know...
true beauty grows inside. 

Poetry is here to help us dive
into our inner realms and find
our spark,
cause every beauty springs
from a source of dark. 

And only if we switch on our light
in acceptance of our pain,
our shadows and hearts enchained.
Well then we do ignite.
No more need to fight
for prettier, better, upper high. 

If we know
our inner glow
there’s no way
we are not beautiful.

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And as much as our world's dress
gives humanity a message
of beauty standards, exclusivity
and a lack of vast diversity.
So do we come here together
to open our own treasury,
and wear its gems
like a crown,
always aware how easy it is
to drown
in illusion.
Therefore we’re here
to guide your confusion
and hold your process,
so that your beauty is of open access. 

Cause humans,
we are different as we seem.
Authenticity is what helps us redeem.
As we show, we speak, we dance, we smile,
there’s a whole inner world behind.
It’s worth to have a look
before we judge the cover of the book. 

You don’t only see
diversity in the colors of our skin,
our body type, our sex, our origin.
We’re also divers within.
And so let’s spread the message and invite who resonates.
Respecting that identity and look is the first thing that generates
a feeling of belonging.
Dear Humans,
so here we are,
celebrating that our spectrum’s growing. 

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Let’s also respect the state of our collective healing
People affected by the issue of diversity
are in a phase of screaming
Voicing their pain.
Being seen. Feeling.
And expressing shame. 

So called minorities are in rage.
This is an important phase.
But how do we hold space
on a collectively traumatized stage? 

Interwoven in The Red Thread
around your body, soul, spirit and head
You are invited to our unified field
and notice still upholding shields.

Every Gaze connects our souls
our depth, our truth, our holes.
Every Gaze clears up your eyes
If you want to look into the mirror
it beholds. 

You’re on your way. Your beauty shines.

Welcome,
dear Hedonists to this royal experience
Let’s open our hearts,
even if it’s inconvenient.
We’re here in different shades of depth,
holding all the same red thread.
Let’s celebrate with a flower on top,
cause we all know, this beauty rocks.