Beauty. It does not need to be searched for. It does not need to be seeked. Its just there.
It is that secret smile. The just noticed stare. It is that knowing glare. There, that casual touch. That glow when she walks on by. Beauty is that quiet landscape as the sun wakes the desert sky. It is song of the ocean embracing the missing beach. It is the quiet drive not needing to say a word. It is that song on the radio that we all sing so woefully off-key. It is that sidewalk musician on the Promenade that makes you pause and take notice. It is that old friendship re-newed. It is the picture on Facebook of a place one has been. It is the walk on the bridge knowing intimately her sways. It is the memory of that moonlit kiss recalled. It is dream of the future. It is everywhere around us.
Coming to a cliff, he caught hold of a wild vine and swung himself over the edge
The beauty we need is everywhere around us. It is in the people we meet, it is in the air that we breathe, it is the food that we savor.
The tiger sniffed at him from above
At times, we can crumble and fall. We can let our darkest despair take hold and we can self-destruct in that suicide misstep. That tumbling free fall, chuteless. Racing toward inevitability. We can lie prostrate to the gorgon stare and statued in the decay of self-pity. Self-loathing. Drowning in failed love and crushed under a broken relationship.
At times, we can crumble and fall. We can let our darkest despair take hold and we can self-destruct in that suicide misstep. That tumbling free fall, chuteless. Racing toward inevitability. We can lie prostrate to the gorgon stare and statued in the decay of self-pity. Self-loathing. Drowning in failed love and crushed under a broken relationship.
Ugliness, everywhere. Ever lurking. It is there. It is. It is where you choose to put it. It consumes, you last. It is a hole. Digging away trying to self-preserve, you discover. It is a hole. You spend trying to uncover this weight. Before too long, you are waist high in fast sand. The more you struggle, the more you take out, the bigger it gets. This abyss grows until you are no more. A hollowed shell. Walking the streets empty and dead.
However, Love and beauty acts differently. The more you give the greater you get. It fills you. It grows exponential. It fills the spaces in between racing to inhabit all. It is Dark Matter. This one suspects it isn’t really dark. It was misnamed. Her energy is malleable. This is what the dreams are made of. It is the place where Gaiman’s Sandman roams. It is Anthony’s Nox. It is creation manifest.
Danger is all around us. Faced with certainties it is up to you how you face it. The danger of not returning that smile. It is the danger of not getting that casual touch. It is the danger of not hearing that promenade singer. It is the danger of not. It is the danger of not living a life remembered. It is the fear of not reaching for that luscious strawberry. The Tiger above, the tiger below, the mice nibbling at our lifeline—these are just the nature of things. It’s all perfect.
Ahh, how sweet that strawberry tasted!
We can choose to remain in trapped in the by tigers of self-pity and failed relationships. We can watch mesmerized by the tiny mice gnawing at our lifeline. We can choose to mountainize these anthills. Its always around. However, if the last act has to be something. How would you want to remembered? How would you want to live? Waiting for certainty or finding beauty. Choice has always been yours.
