Dreaming beauty alive in each and every moment..
You see, I don't know that I have forgotten beauty- but I have misplaced its depth within my eyes and heart to which I bath in her essence. I have also come to the realize that maybe things are just becoming more beauty full, and it is the expression within me that must open and receive. And it's okay to cycle within seasons of beauty. Maybe it is my ounce of forgetting that has taken me to this gateway and asked me to go even deeper.
When "life", the 3D human life comes in strong and when material responsibilities of this human condition step forth, I notice myself contract. I notice my heart shrink, and forget to stop and smell the newly broken buds of the maple trees. I forget to breathe deep down into the tips of my toes. I forget to allow that sacred slow pause while gazing into my lovers eyes. I have forgotten that beauty actually loves to reside in the hidden corners, in those grungy spaces of the mind.
Beauty is this tiny spark of light that is dancing within the darkness. Sometimes it is not even the darkness we become afraid of, it is that tiny flame of beauty. The tiny flame that when awoken creates wildfires of rapture flooding into every cell. Dancing the entire being in the divine breath of the Goddess. Beauty takes us by the hand and swallows us whole, she carries us without mercy into our remembering.
Beauty never looks like it has before. That is the wisdom and sacred mystery she is sharing with us. Often times we go looking for that light we have danced with before, we go looking for the rose along the riverbank only to find her scents offer a new aroma. And the river herself- we go to find that little bend where the old oak tree rests just so, so that when we lay our feet drip into the cold rushing waters- only to find the river took a new turn and our feet lay dry along the banks.
The beauty of beauty is that she lies within our remembering and our forgetting. Forgetting to remember beauty takes us to a new door of her eloquence. We find a new spark in which we can embody. Then within our remembering, we must choose to forget. Forget the idea of what was, so that her sacred mysteries will open our petals and takes us to new heights and depths. We must carry those jade memories of what was. The beauty of the flowering lilies, the way the ocean danced along the shoreline that one blissful morning, the way we made love with the stars alone in the wild. These memories of what beauty was will feed the hunger within us to find more. We must open our hearts to the mystery and trust that beauty to drip her honey waters into our bellies with ever baring medicine. A new light of this morning, a new aroma this afternoon, a new spark of moonlight upon the evening sky. Awakening to beauty, dreaming it alive in each and every moment.