is a perspective.
You watch it as it grows within. The appreciation of the world around. You’re held in captivation as you look toward it in awe.
I have watched beauty grow out of homeliness. A boy who seemed lost and failed showed himself to me and blossomed into a beautiful soul and though i don’t know him today, i know that he is still beautiful.
I have watched it disappear in death. Â My grandmother, the saint of my world, died and i took all the pictures of her i could find to make a shrine of the most beautiful person in the world and found only pictures of an old woman looking back at me… all the beauty was lost when the energy of my grandmother was gone.
Beauty is a perspective that is shown when your heart opens.
Love, then, is an expansion of the beauty… as you identify, accept and hold that beauty love encompasses the heart.
