Beauty is everywhere. Intricate details, spectacular patterns and everchanging colours, spread everywhere in this magical planet. You don’t need to be under the influence ( though it helps ) to feel like everything is composed of the same fractal patterns that look like moving ancient symbols, and that plants are communicating with everything around them in ways that can’t be understood by the language based logical analysis that we tend to use on things that are simply beyond the scope of that tool.
The beauty of a seashell is not comprehended by an ant that crawls on it, or a person who walks by it without looking at it. It is perception that distinguishes an organic canvas of mind-blowing detail, with incredible colours forming patterns among them that so amazingly depict the cycle of life itself, from a mere decaying leaf. Perception is how you direct the flow of your consciousness itself to what you focus on. Our minds generate the beauty, and the profound happiness that comes with it. We need to learn to look for the things of beauties that has placed all around us, and acknowledge that the divine aesthetic has always been within us, and that is what makes us perceive beautiful things. Because nature maybe outside your body, but the idea of beauty is not.
This magic of perception not only applies to nature, people, and inter-personal relationships, they apply to each one of our thoughts. The conscious mind keeps generating thoughts, both pleasant and miserable. But where we direct our attention is what triggers a pattern of consequent thoughts around it, we’ll see what we want to see. So, perception is how we surf through thoughts to reach emotionally calm waters. Vis a vis, our emotions direct our thoughts into seeing selectively. There will always be reasons to be miserable, but a happy person would focus on the reasons to be not. This runs very deep in our psyches and can provoke great changes in our emotional equilibrium despite the simplicity of the idea of focusing on the good stuff.Even mushroom clouds have silver linings.
And in the past days I've been blessed with a beautiful presence, a beauty that's not just indescribable and unfathomable, but simply magical.
Its not an attire that makes her beautiful, nor makeup.
She looks beautiful when you see a hot cuppa, when she bites into a bar of dark chocolate, when she sees fireflies and pretty leaves. I see the beauty some divine engineer placed all around nature reflecting from her perfect eyes.
I wish she could see how beautiful she is when a cool wind blows away the thought that's bothering her. And when she's on me, I wish she knew how beautiful she looks with her wet hair playing a game of lights and shadows on her face, conjuring magical fractals that blast me into a wonderland and then into an endorphin induced suspended animation. She gives me the power to connect to my most innermost self, and float in a higher plane of existence. That's what beauty is, its god talking to me through her.
