Oh my beauty,
In your open arms I fall.
With felicity,
You caress me
And your gravity
holds me
Infinitely
You are my guide
My muse
My moonrise
And high above those open skies
a glaze of beauty
Drapes my eyes
The crash
of dust and thunder
and the sighing sea,
plays upon a rhythm
and recites its story
Oh, love of mine,
Embrace me entirely.
For you give me life
in each air that I breathe.
Captivate my soul
And become a part of me
There she is
In her corner
She draws her line,
makes her border
She masks herself
With another face
In this confusing world
It’s her comfort place
She sees the world
In different colors
But in that corner,
She owns the universe
Although silent,
She is not empty
She has vibrant dreams
Of things wanting to see
She plays in her head
all day long
And dances along
To life’s rhymic song
She chases away shadows
Brings light to others
Finds beauty in life
And all its treasures
Her heart deep as ocean
Full of love to give
Her indomitable soul
Willingness of live
She is a mystery
But don`t judge her yet
She is the wisest girl
I’ve ever met.
The colors of the sun
Reflect upon my skin
Among the fields of yellow,
Red poppies play
I trace the scent of olives in the air
Trails of lavendar everywhere
The soft, tickling rain
Wash away winter’s gloom
All that’s hidden awake!
Spring is here to bloom
I was reading some essays written by a famous Korean Buddhist and came across some of the most beautiful words.
It excites me to come across people with such beautiful thoughts.
I saw his every word, felt his passion, lived his vision.
I wanted to translate it….but since a lot of the gem gets lost in translating anything, I thought I would make it my own and share it with the world…so here it is:
For there is wind, the flower blooms
For its death, the fruit ripens
My friend,
do not feel sorrow
of its lost petals
Deep in the forest,
You, the song bird
do not find reasons to cry
Life, without its trials
is not worth living
not worth trying
not worth crying
The world has told me
its riches and honor
But time has given me
wisdom and faith
For if it does not flow, it is not water
If we do not age, we are not people
If it does not pass, do not call it time
Far, deep in the passing cloud
I see my youth pass me by,
The irony of our time
is just a scene in a play.
In this world,
only the heart holds infinity
How can we achieve real beauty when we constantly feel inadequate to reveal our ‘self’? We are put down for not looking, talking, or feeling the right way. We don’t meet the right measurements of an ideal ______(take your pick, go on, fill in the blank). Then, what is the ‘right’ way to be? How can we value beauty, if all that’s beautiful has been stripped away from us?
What is real beauty to me?
That GLOW from within. Wisdom. A bold laugh. Sincerity. A deep thought carefully executed into eloquent words. Words with soul. Embracing the quirky little things about ourselves that separates us from the ‘other’. PASSION. The way our face folds in different ways to translate our emotions. The face of courage. Independence from the world but also understanding and loving the world. Trusting your beauty because there is no one else in the world quite like you: not the same features, not the same flaws, not the same dreams.
Beauty is not an image we can mimic.
It is never concrete.
It appears in the moment.
It’s in life.
In the air. Around us. Within you.
Your beauty thrives on YOUR uniqueness. We need people like you. So ditch the 2-dimensional image of the person we ‘should’ all try to become. That girl/guy is not real. Underneath that facade, there lies a real person too. One with flaws and all.
So, please, don’t mask it.
Let the real beauty shine through.
akalopsia 