the fire of raw beauty

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We live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more. At birth we were awakened and emerged to become visible in the world. At death we will surrender again to the dark to become invisible. Awakening and surrender: they frame each day and each life; between them the journey where anything can happen, the beauty and the frailty. The human soul is hungry for beauty. When we experience the Beautiful, there is a sense of homecoming. Some of our most wonderful memories are beautiful places where we felt immediately at home. We feel most alive in the presence of the Beautiful for it meets the needs of our soul. For a while the strains of struggle and endurance are relieved and our frailty is illuminated by a different light in which we come to glimpse behind the shudder of appearances and sure form of things. In the experience of beauty we awaken and surrender in the same act. Beauty brings a sense of completion and sureness. Without any of the usual calculation, we can slip into the Beautiful with the same ease as we slip into the seamless embrace of water; something ancient within us already trusts that this embrace will hold us. ~John O’Donohue

so much about the idea of beauty is trite….only when we experience beauty can we be in its full realm, its full power, its total immersion……..

It happens most frequently on ordinary days
Days when I leave dirty dishes in the sink
Ignore the unmade bed
Step over yesterday’s clothes on the floor
Because I cannot stop moving my pen on the page
Can barely keep up
Words spilling out from some secret source

And when I notice the sun headed for the western horizon
I pause and gasp a little, my breath catching in surprise
Sometimes I go down on my knees
Right there on the crumb-covered carpet
Offering my gritty gratitude
Bewildered by the magic
Flooded with awe

I never take it for granted-
Those moments when what I love carries me
I know it for the grace it is
I cannot make it happen
But I can let it take me when it comes
Give myself over without reservation
Let the unbridled heat ignite something raw and real

~Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Wherever Beauty Looks, Love is Also There.

~Rumi

2 thoughts on “the fire of raw beauty

  1. And there is a brief pause on awakening where there is no consciousness of the daily life, there are no appointments, commitments to life, no injuries or delights, in that moment we do drift in that subtle ancient sea, unafraid, on the threshold of the dream …

    • I honor the intention of being with the pause on waking, and find it incredibly challenging…..and so it mirrors the busyness and the edges between reacting and responding….. a lifetime’s work g.f.s……

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