Beauty leaves me tongue tied.
And I was tempted to leave it at that – like it was a joke come true. But actually, there’s a whole other story.
New buds have their beauty, full-blown blossoms have their beauty too, as do heaps of red and brown leaves lying in wait for shoes to swish and swoosh through them. A miraculous-seeming transformation then gives us fertile earth, which has its own special beauty – that of providing strength for the next generation.
What do these have in common?
I thought that it was love. I thought that our love for things brought beauty into being.
But take our love from the equation – are buds less for it? Do blossoms suffer? Do leaves turn to earth more slowly?
No. Beauty is not for us to give, but is a gift given to us for our appreciation.
Here’s the punch line though – everything is beautiful. Yeah – even that. And that. Yes – that too, impossible though it sounds.
When it doesn’t seem beautiful, then try approaching it from another angle. See it from the inside. See it from your inside, as one inside looking at another inside. See it from the perspective of your essence looking at its essence. Look closely enough and something magical happens. Essences merge and become one.
Yeah, I know – sounds strange – right?
Just try it, though. Look inside your perfect heart at the perfect heart of all things and you will find that as outside form drops away, you are left with … nothing and everything.
Stay there for a while … you’re in the presence of beauty.