Method of Beauty

What I thought was foolishness was music
What I thought was a mind in chaos was a mind at play
What I thought I needed to find outside
was inside all along
What I thought I could control
was the thing that needed to be free
Illusions of a mind hungry to know the truth
and tame it to its will

But music comes whether called or not
You are a function of the world
Taking input, producing output
You are a method of beauty
You are an instance of the pattern
making new reality from perception
The pattern of standing around
accidentally writing a song

About Kevin McGillivray

Kevin McGillivray is a web developer, writer, and teacher from Wisconsin. He writes about creativity, mindfulness, code, and tea.

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