We live by mystery,
not by explanations.
ever consider the healing that consumes us through the beauty of nature? the lasting effects of lilting wildly into a sunset? the nuances of the whispering pine?
Love is the fruit of beauty. When you see a beautiful tree, you fall in love — ah, beautiful flowers, the bluebells, the primroses! Beauty enters the heart and creates love. That is why in the world today we lack love, because there is less and less beauty in our everyday lives. Whenever you make something with love, you feel humbled. You could not make such beautiful things on your own. It must come through divine inspiration. In that way, beauty and humility go together. It is an act of surrender to the divine source. The divine inspiration uses your body, your hands, and your talents, as a channel for beauty, whether it is a Henry Moore sculpture or a painting by Van Gogh or some beautiful peasant house in rural Vermont. Or beautiful shoes made in Rajistan. . . . Therefore beauty is a source of spiritual healing. For me, beauty is the essence of our being, the soul of our being.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First to let go of life.
Finally, to take a step without feet.