Beauty is in the Eye of the beholder
Beauty
is in the Eye of the Beholder
Elegant movement, flowing through the
atmosphere like the wind gently glides through the trees
Rustling the branches and kissing the pedal
in the fields
Swaying the grasses. Spirit moving.
Can you feel her? Can you hear her? Listen!
Watch! Feel.
Rushing, dripping. Water.
Burning, bright, hot. Fire.
Deep, buried. Earth.
As above so below. As within so without. My
eye is drawn to beauty. My version?
Some things never cease to strike me. Moss covered
walls, old stone staircases surrounded by ancient roots and vining branches,
lush with fruits, pedals, buds, leaves.
Small alley café’s overlooking a countryside.
Nature rolling out it’s gorgeousness right in front of you.
Can you see her? Feel her? Open your eyes.
Beauty
is all around you. Beckoning. Inviting. Urging.
Go deeper!
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Become the beholder.
She is in your eye. Simply receive her.
Seek beauty and you will find her. Be on
constant look out. Expectant.
Like a lover. Beholding his beloved. She is
only ever beautiful. All of her.
Beauty might be another form or symbol for
spirit, life, aliveness, tangible abundance.
You choose to receive what you behold.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
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