I have been thinking on the truth of beauty. And how we each see it. When I came across the makings of a poem in an old manuscript, amongst some notes I was clearing. The poem, describing a day progressing, reflected on contrasts while going to work in a busy city. And here it is...
The house is dishevelled. But I've hugged my child.
The lawn needs a mow. But oh, the grass has a dewy glow on my feet as it grows.
The windows need cleaning. Yet the patterns glisten with the Sun streaming, creating dreamy pictures, in the evening.
The bills are strewn, being paid on the run...Yet my dog's been washed, and he's soft to the touch.
This rug's a little worn. But it's rich in colour and gloriously proud.
A focus, on the bright, un-forlorn. A new dawn in the morn. A new norm.
Then the rain pummels down on the trip into town. I slow down, and watch. A beautiful chaotic of colour I found. A new morn. A new norm.
A walk, and a bus, and a train all in one, travelling the route to the day to be done. My feet on the run.
I buy shoes that are flat, throw stillettos to the ground. My hips now move better as I step on a cloud. A new morn. A new norm.
A client in tears, with mascara running down, more beautiful than ever as her guard comes down, clearing the way for more real work to get done.
The perfection previously perennial, a new attitude now preferable.
The spiritual sensuality of a heart now found, with mind, body and soul unbound. Noticing the pleasures all around. Participating in the feelings, out loud.
Open, for beauty. Slowing down. The wild sensual world of sight and sound.
From an abandoned manuscript 'Dying to the Old, of Controlled', now re-found.
The truth of beauty is in the attitude you find. Your own spirituality. Your own soulful reality. An attitude you choose to listen to. The practices that maintain you. The beauty you attend to.
And in that contemplating I recalled a friend's story in the retelling, with a varied attitude that it too was unfolding. Called, My Life Sucks, It's Amazing. Perhaps you will find the beauty message in it for you.
Consider where the truth of beauty is uniquely rich for you, the poetry that life creates for you. The poetry you bring into a life that is true.
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Illustration: Flames of Beauty by SaraSwati Shakti ©
2015. From her Heart Art collection. Heart Art is a registered therapeutic service trademark of SaraSwati Shakti.