When I was in the Sinai desert a few weeks ago there was plenty of time for reflection. Here are some of my thoughts written as part poem, part prose.
What is beauty and what is beauty for?
How to describe what beauty is
except in poems and prose that evoke
an appreciation of beauty.
Smiling faces, loving eyes.
Beauty exists for us when fear falls away,
Because fear blocks by opening our minds
And shutting our hearts.
We feel beauty in our hearts, our eyes, our ears,
Or to caress a smooth wooden bowl,
Or the sound of someone singing,
Or a meadow of wild flowers.
They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But beauty is always present in the world.
Once we let go of fear, beauty is everywhere.
And when we see beauty we are more connected to spirit/god.
Seeing beauty lets spirit into our hearts
And hearing beauty and feeling beauty,
And touching beauty and tasting beauty…
I love the caresses of the sun and breeze on my skin.
I love the blue azure sky, especially when it dances with sparkly stars.
I love the cool soft, silky and sensuous early morning desert sand
As I pour it over my naked body.
I love the empty silence, full of energy and expectation
That reflects back to me my every sound tenfold.
I love all this beauty.
When I see a peony flower,
a cerise nest of crimson leaves,
Stunning in its beauty.
And what of rainbow coloured topical birds
And lizards with bright turquoise heads.
Why, if nature is practical, functional and self-interested (if it is),
Nature bursts with life, exuberance, blousy extravagance – with beauty.
Surely this beauty cannot be explained as the result of a process of evolution and natural selection.
It feels above all that.
Is it spirit’s/god/dess’s present to the world?
When we live in the world, in the present,
We feels god’s present of beauty in our hearts.