Spot on. This Rupert Spira quote I saw the other day speaks to your point: “Not to know an apparent object as ‘an object’ is the experience of beauty: not to know an apparent other as ‘an other’ is the experience of love.”
Beauty is in the eyes of wonder. “Eyes of wonder” are eyes of innocence, eyes not jaded and obscured by preconceptions and notions. When seeing a waterfall, or a rainbow, or a stormy sea, or a newborn baby, there are often overwhelming feelings of reverence or joy. On whatsoever the eyes fall and hold is experieced remarkably.
And can I say the recognition of the ugliness of the occupation… the hideous language of contempt for the mother and children or old men at the checkpoint … being held and turned back from seeing a doctor… when now there is no clinic or hospital… how are we held in check for hours while others can swim through with relative ease …not hearing the explosions through the drones above them…
It's the damnedest thing, I woke up "in here" this morning, with a world "out there", just like the good ol' days. The perspective seems to constantly shift.
To recognize beauty or ugliness is to veil nonduality.
Spot on. This Rupert Spira quote I saw the other day speaks to your point: “Not to know an apparent object as ‘an object’ is the experience of beauty: not to know an apparent other as ‘an other’ is the experience of love.”
Beauty is the recognition of truth. Ugly doesn’t exist.
The Tao says to name good is to create bad.
But what do we do with out preference?
How do we pick a maté without preference?
The body has preferences.
The mind has judgments.
Thank you 🙏!!!
To see beauty in everything, wow 🤩!
I walked into a sushi restaurant in Kauai and saw a wrinkled man who had a forlorn scowl on his weathered face, yet I saw beauty.
Beauty is in the eyes of wonder. “Eyes of wonder” are eyes of innocence, eyes not jaded and obscured by preconceptions and notions. When seeing a waterfall, or a rainbow, or a stormy sea, or a newborn baby, there are often overwhelming feelings of reverence or joy. On whatsoever the eyes fall and hold is experieced remarkably.
And can I say the recognition of the ugliness of the occupation… the hideous language of contempt for the mother and children or old men at the checkpoint … being held and turned back from seeing a doctor… when now there is no clinic or hospital… how are we held in check for hours while others can swim through with relative ease …not hearing the explosions through the drones above them…
Beauty in the snowdrops peeking through snow
Seasons of wonder and delight
The
TRUE BEAUTY
of
TRUE NATURE
It's the damnedest thing, I woke up "in here" this morning, with a world "out there", just like the good ol' days. The perspective seems to constantly shift.
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It’s in the eye 👁️ of the beholder.
Yes! I love how you point to this; everything always included, so what else is left 🧡🙏
Love comes to here in time,
and numbers all the things
of Beauty in the house.
A single room is shown to be
-A Unity, within and every where.
No point of view is stood apart.
No wordis made to say,
This space is empty,
or, this place is full.
Only Light Itself is come,
- a merest touch of Brightness
Neither mind nor body can deny.
It is the Heart's explanation of Reality.
It Is Reality, plain spoken to the Heart
- and by the Heart alone.
It Is The Beautiful, Itself
A beautiful picture is a snapshot of eternity, with no beginning and no end 🙏