Beauty as Language

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Ours, is a story about secrets

A story about eyes hiding behind fingertips, hearts turning into ears, and sounds being carried by the wind and the water.
A story where all five senses trespass the latitude and complexity of one another to merge into one.
If you stop trying and you start being you will see - with all of you - that life has a question for you in words before words.
She will find you in the moment between moments, that pause where the air is latent with possibility. Where you find yourself in the presence of stillness unbothered, and the sound of things being themselves. The place where you can no longer tell time, and time can no longer tell you.

“Tell me, human. Why is the world so beautiful?” she asks.

The beautiful is in the real. Subtle but pervasive, beauty is not a quality of the young and the fortunate.

Beauty is a language.

Beauty is the language of life as she waits for us to fall in love with her over and over again.
Present but ungraspable, Beauty is the language that life speaks as she whispers to you: “I want you to stay”
Life is beautiful and seductive because she wants to be witnessed. She wants us here just as much as we want her.
We were given senses to see her and fire to alchemize her gift so we could multiply her and give her back, playing our part in the eternal dance of abundance, responsibility and gratitude.

Humans perceive life. But in us, life perceives herself.

And the more life perceives herself, the more she is reflected everywhere.
Our gift is our responsibility: so when we see beauty we will return it enhanced. And we are here to stay.