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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