Sufi Style
delicious
nutritious
archives
a child so ugly
only a mother could love
birthed once more
to the unaccepting
only to walk in unfound beauty
until it withers and fades
with the year gone breeze
i suppose it mirrors the marvel
laid deep within one's own gases
always more fragrant than the rest
not because of any instrinsic greatness
of olfactory recognition
but for familiarity of self
and pride of genesis
the joy of creation
marked with beauty
despite the notable vulgarity
to the nose of the outsider
and you cry for you are ugly
for you are despicable to all
and possibly to self
until particles disperse
leaving you one amongst others
no greater
nor worse
just one with the air.