Fear is like fog. It spreads itself wide and obscures vision. Reality disappears behind its veil.
Fear is also a mirror. For the monsters that we carry inside our minds. When we are afraid, we construct the worst case scenarios and torment ourselves with them.
Fear also thrives in anonymity. We fear what we don’t know yet we refuse to confront and maybe understand it.
Fear is inescapable. I am afraid. You are afraid. We all are afraid especially of death because it is the greatest unknown.
But we are alive and life is also terrifyingly unpredictable. Yet within this unpredictable, lies its greatest possibilities. Anything can happen. These are the best of times, these are the worst of times. We deal with it. Hello Fear!
Within every fruit,
There is the raw and the ripe
And in the rhythms of the sun
There is day and night
Inside the full moon
The also crescent resides
Behind every mist
There is beauty shinning
Beyond this fear
There is the lust for life
Beneath the pain,
There is joy moving like a river
Past this body of clay,
Spirit like wind and fire
Treasure in earthen vessels
Everywhere there is music
Even in the silence
The majesty of life
Is that we are dying yet alive
And this whole world is a temple
So take off your shoes and kiss the ground
Kiss this moment of your life
Feel the rush,
Feel the silence
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.❤❤❤