Back on the market for the first time in thirty years, fresh as daisy, time has been kind to her, she remains fresh and untouched, unspoilt by the ravaging hands of time, preserved as a capsule buried deep in the depth of the earth, a fossil breathing, waiting, ticking and begging to be unearth in it’s glorious fullness. The bidding was intense, furious and determined, each bidder hungry and single minded, panting like a blood hound, they could discern her scent from miles. Such purity is rare, the nature of her baffles, confound and defy description. Her innocence us divine, her beauty radiates, her softness and gentleness contradicts the hardness and harshness of life. What a rare find! The room stood still, dead silence, you could hear a pin drop. The tension in the room was thick, the silencing was deafening. Where has she been all these years? They wondered. She had been amongst they all along but they could not perceive or discern her uniqueness.
As she is unveiled, revealed and presented back to the market, they all wanted a piece of her, not for noble reasons, not to treasure her, but to dim the luminance, to possess, control and do what humans do, to corrupt and spoil, to dominate. It’s a power hunger, the need to overcome, be the last one standing. The plight of man, the disease that has inflicted the human race from the beginning of time, the urge and desire to pollute beauty and purity. The destructive nature of man must ravage and dominate. Like a roaming and roaring lion it hunts, prowl, consume and destroys.
Who can save and protect her? They all come disguised, wearing the cloak of a protector, saviour, lover, friend, provider, guide, sister, brother , companion, family etc but who is true, genuine, kosher and called to her? Is there any? Yes there are, but she must be discerning and careful. She is rare and not for all.
Unsold, stay pure, stay true, stay linked and connected to the source of all beauty!
Beautiful Ivory 