The Aesthetic Feast

My insight penetrates the surroundings

of a long darkened hallway.

Toward the end, -a light-infused vision,

-the figure of a flower-headed woman.

She of hinted rewards, beckons to me.

Outstretched arms welcome me

into her infinite artistic world of

unspeakable delights too delicious to utter.

Sublime & sinful experiences

Invade all my aesthetic senses.

Alas, she is the self-same spirit

of the universal lover –Krshna –without religion.

I am transported weightless

-shown the infinite creations

of ecstatic & fluid realities of existence.

I release myself and grasp the spectacles.

Descarte said… “I think, therefore I am”.

What my mind apprehends is just as real

in experience, as the weight of an anvil

dropped upon the existential head of Sartre.

I explode with aesthetic joy at all these

sensory pleasures –thanking the irreligious

Great Creator within whom, all contradictions

of infinite existence, co-exist in harmony.

I have experienced many forms of

ecstacies within all the arts

which are god-given to enjoy within

our shells, harming no one,

to experience Heaven on Earth

through the infinite aesthetic sensation.

Artistic Beauty is the proof of god

-and Art is my connection -my religion.

The End. by Bartley C. Keith