16 September 2024

Beauty

These days, from time to time, memories of watching the sun by the beach visit. Sometimes the sun is setting, at times nowhere to be found, and other times just rising. Sometimes the taste of the breeze is distinct, and in some memories, my presence melts away as the breeze passes. I'm not always "present" in these memories, and the "I" is just awareness of "how it is" there.

It has been wild to keep coming to the realization that, regardless of whether I'm there or not, or if anyone watches, that beauty and expression unfolds dutifully.

It makes me wonder if there's a space in all of us that reflects this beauty.

I've seen it in other people, a beauty that doesn't need to be named or called for it to be present.

... he said, "There is a place in the soul that neither time nor space nor no created thing can touch." And I really thought that was amazing. And if you cash it out, what it means is that your identity is not equivalent to your biography, and that there is a place in you where you have never been wounded, where there is still a sureness in you, where there's a seamlessness in you, and where there is a confidence and tranquility in you. And I think the intention of prayer and spirituality and love is, now and again, to visit that inner kind of sanctuary.

And I have felt and seen it in myself too, even when at times I would tell myself how much I didn't deserve it.

And now, when I think of my transgressions, the good, the love, the sadness, and the hurt I have given and shared with others, I do hope that this place still remains, somewhere within.