An artist moved into action.
Fingers, a brush, intention, collision. Flecks, streaks, bubbles and trouble.
A stir of the cauldron.
Buried roots give birth
To pages torn from earth.
Leaves flitter: each a kite
Reflecting heaven light.
Every patch of this world is a canvas. Hands of unseen artists work mysteriously. Beauty suddenly rises like magic.
A strong, tenacious flirt
With stone convulsed to dirt.
Struck planet on a tether.
Roots stitch the world together.
Our eyes see nothing but reflected light. Reflections on the water are like shining glimpses of a higher world, a world that we cannot touch and barely fathom. Perhaps that is our own world.
Tears shed from beauty
ink the page.
Leaf to leaf
Vision and your smile,
The jaded eye,
a dry stone.
Unwept, unseeing, unread,
Humans are mortal. Our species is driven to survive. We avoid pain and danger. We gather comfort, security, food, a mate, social position, money.
During untroubled moments we banish our deepest–most difficult–thoughts. So to allay boredom we golf, shop, watch television.
Through our short lives, that’s mostly what we do.
But certainly living should be more than escape from death or boredom. I insist it be.
Living must be a pursuit.
The pursuit of what?
Wisdom? Truth? Greater compassion?
Beauty and its essence are the subject of this blog. Join me. What will we find?
Hello! Good day! How are you?
Thank you for checking out my new blog!
Perhaps you’ve arrived from my established blog, Cool San Diego Sights. I have many friends over there!
Life is too short to ignore beauty. Some might say that nothing in life is more important than beauty.
Beauty uplifts, ennobles what is common, opens our minds and spirits to deeper things. Fortunately, our small world is overflowing with beauty. (If the beholder has eyes for it.)
I will be dedicating this blog to photography and writing–two of my favorite hobbies. I’ll attempt to frame the beauty that I might perceive. Where I’ll find it, I’m not sure. I suppose I’ll just walk out and stumble upon it.