Everywhere the Center (Beauty)
Posted on: May 4, 2009
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Monet’s gardens
Rain at night. Deep in the forest. Rain drops from branch to branch like a song scale, like an exercise in progressive melancholy. You’re safe inside the forest hut, a fireplace smoldering, remembering. Last embers of the day, a month, a year. The night is as deep as the forest and your sleep is a tunnel. The rain drops on your dreams like notes in concert with the revolution of the earth. Peace in the valley, in the mountains, along the river bed, inside the projection of your story across the years.
Do you see beauty in this life, here, now? Do you think and feel and look for beauty around you? In the stars, in their connections, in the contrast between dark matter and planets, suns, novas? On the shore, with the ocean pounding the sand with a kind of love that means eternal connections, endless rhythms, the ebb and flow of grace and sacred moisture?…
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