To ponder beauty

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty"
--John Keats "Ode to a Nightingale"
Words, simply words,
But such a profoundly simple thing to say.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty.
Beauty has its own truth, its own honesty
There is an openess in true beauty
A truth in pureness of form; in flow.
A beauty in the pureness, in the openess, in the honesty.
There is a beauty in truth;
There is a lightness that speaks of sunlight.
There is a power in truth.
Truth rings of acceptance, of trust, of confidence.
There is a bravery in truth and a beauty in bravery.
The honest, simple purity of bravery,
The beauty in trial by fire.
Beauty in the raw power of strength, in the purity of combat.
There is truth in beauty; it tells its own story;
True beauty needs no embellishment.
There is, likewise, beauty in truth;
In the beauty and honesty of what is really there