Is there really a standard of beauty or perfection? Is there really a set of criteria that can be used to measure something as subjective as the appearance of a thing?
I personally believe that perfection is a commercial concept based on the standardization of beauty. Yet in truth, beauty cannot be defined by nor confined to a set of criteria. It is numinous, mysterious beyond definition and utterly fluid. It can mean anything at any time to different people. And the idea that something or someone should be excluded from accepted standards is certainly something that should give us a reason to pause.
This pause will help us truly meet the fullness of the people and circumstances we encounter at every given time. Instead of pre-judging our experiences or people, we meet them with a clean slate and fully experience them in the moment we meet them.
Like life, beauty is an inner illumination that comes from the “aliveness”of a thing. That which is here, present, in form and in appearance is beautiful. Everything that is here has it’s own beauty, even a butterfly with broken wings. We will only see this when we look without judging or holding on to predetermined standards.❤❤❤
Sometimes it hurts so bad to feel
To remember all that you were to me
Until death came and snatched you away
To a place beyond my reach or power to follow
Now all I have is the certainty
From the very first glance
Shy and stolen like a first kiss
From the lightest of touches
When your skin brushed mine
Our hearts mated and fused
Bound for all eternity
And though time has passed
The spark of that first meeting still ignites
These teardrops are falling rain
For all that will grow from this pain
Bright red flowers
Fed by these generous showers
The hurt is too big to quietly drip
It gushes, a torrential bleed
Pouring out in an avalanche of weeping