Quality
Of
all the words that have come down,
Coerced
our lips to say its sound;
Quality
is the “best” that’s found,
Describing the characteristic of
excellence itself.
As
a form takes shape and some character,
As
experience experiences, experience’s nectar,
As
the soul realizes Beauty’s splendor,
Quality is at play.
Hot,
cold, good or bad;
Right,
wrong, happy, sad,
Yin,
yang, mellow or mad,
are descriptions of Quality.
What
is it to have Quality?
Just
one side of a duality?
Perhaps
some hope of value in Reality?
Does it really exist at all?
Does
Quality exist beyond our mind?
Do
we project it on all we find?
Can
form take meaning if our consciousness is blind?
Is Quality a figment of our
imagination?
Tao,
Logos, God, Awareness;
Essence,
substance, injustice or fairness;
Number,
shape, fullness or bareness,
Quality dipping in and out of
existence.
Aesthetics
tastes try to define it,
Boards
set standards and governments enforce it,
We
all have criteria and try to qualify it,
Because Quality of life is our goal.
Quality,
O Quality, Beauty of Beauties, most high,
Standards
of standards, value of values, the who, how and why:
It
is You we long for, for You we try,
For without You there would be no
worth.