What is a grain of sand to your eyes. A bit of nothing, that hardly brushed the sole of your soft feet as you watched the sun pull down a majestic curtain of colors, wonders and emotions. A grain, born out of the same elemental wonder, with which divine intervention conjured up another bipedal creature of beauty, whose evolved eyes can perceive billions of visual components that smelt to one divine vision of the beach, spinning away from the sun.. The eternal epitome of beauty, a sunset!
Are you sure you can define real beauty? Can you touch up the magnificence of the sunset, do you see the last stroke of creations paintbrush signing its authority on it. Do you see?
What about a blind child? Did the sense of sight betray him of this magnanimous wonder? Did the same grain of sand brush his feet when he fumbled on to the beach while others gaped in wonder at the setting glory of our own ball of fire. Did the grain of insignificant sand, became the definition for beauty of a sunset to this visually challenged.
Or did we limit beauty to the few senses endowed to us by a long and treacherous evolutionary process?
The birth of a child, drowning in the mother's wails, blood and pain, defined beauty to its parents. Their instinctive sense, suddenly beyond the instinctive, sharing a moment of utmost clarity bought on by a storm of emotions they only heard about before. Here they didn't see beauty, maybe for the first time, they experienced beauty. An experience that they don't have to embalm in modern cosmetic alchemy , so it might linger till the end. They just discovered beauty they will cherish forever.
Real beauty can only be experienced. The stolen first kiss of first love, experienced by the uncertain mythical butterflies in the stomach, eyes closed, the intellect silent ,the world lost but the kiss felt in the heart, beauty experienced, recreated never again. Real beauty. The child only a mother could love, loved by its mother, beauty created and recreated, beauty that can only be felt by them, beauty we cannot perceive or understand. Real beauty.
Society, as a evil tyrant, now advertises only that it can perceive with its senses, almost banishing true beauty. Society, as a profit monger, quantified and categorized beauty, to be consumed. Any consumer can aspire to define themselves with these quantified perceptive qualities and now have almost abolished the experience of beauty. A world where the term beauty subliminally brings into mind those cosmetic endorsed celebrities or the photographed pictures line-manufactured by theorized limited artistic concepts, where imagination and experience is barred. Have you seen god color correct a rainbow, have you seen creation touch up a baby's smile. Have you gazed upon the stars and experienced beauty that's more that dots and darkness. Sitting under a tree alone,on a dreamy summer evening reading a pulp adventure, experiencing bliss. Isn't that beauty?
I try to find beauty in everything, the warm melting of milk chocolate in my mouth, the same chocolate smeared and sticky on a three year old's giggling smile. Beauty overwhelms me in the silent breeze, under a midnight's moon. The blushing smile I imagine, on the prettiest girl noticing me in the bus stop, the little paper boats floating in muddy puddles after a rain, the yelping puppies chasing the tires of a car, the beauty of freedom during unemployment, the beauty of writing the disjointed,sanity questioning post, the satire of a“Real beauty” blogging contest where the post with the prettiest profile picture of perceptive beauty has the most number of hits. Beauty in humor.
Experiencing true Love's first smile when reading your poem, experiencing the hard birthday bumps my friends inflict me every year, the the beautiful comfort of fighting with my brother, the beauty of affection in my mothers food, the beauty of love in my father's scolding. Real beauty is defined in my experience, unforgettable, untarnished, ageless and eternal.
Are you sure you can define real beauty? Can you touch up the magnificence of the sunset, do you see the last stroke of creations paintbrush signing its authority on it. Do you see?
What about a blind child? Did the sense of sight betray him of this magnanimous wonder? Did the same grain of sand brush his feet when he fumbled on to the beach while others gaped in wonder at the setting glory of our own ball of fire. Did the grain of insignificant sand, became the definition for beauty of a sunset to this visually challenged.
Or did we limit beauty to the few senses endowed to us by a long and treacherous evolutionary process?
The birth of a child, drowning in the mother's wails, blood and pain, defined beauty to its parents. Their instinctive sense, suddenly beyond the instinctive, sharing a moment of utmost clarity bought on by a storm of emotions they only heard about before. Here they didn't see beauty, maybe for the first time, they experienced beauty. An experience that they don't have to embalm in modern cosmetic alchemy , so it might linger till the end. They just discovered beauty they will cherish forever.
Real beauty can only be experienced. The stolen first kiss of first love, experienced by the uncertain mythical butterflies in the stomach, eyes closed, the intellect silent ,the world lost but the kiss felt in the heart, beauty experienced, recreated never again. Real beauty. The child only a mother could love, loved by its mother, beauty created and recreated, beauty that can only be felt by them, beauty we cannot perceive or understand. Real beauty.
Society, as a evil tyrant, now advertises only that it can perceive with its senses, almost banishing true beauty. Society, as a profit monger, quantified and categorized beauty, to be consumed. Any consumer can aspire to define themselves with these quantified perceptive qualities and now have almost abolished the experience of beauty. A world where the term beauty subliminally brings into mind those cosmetic endorsed celebrities or the photographed pictures line-manufactured by theorized limited artistic concepts, where imagination and experience is barred. Have you seen god color correct a rainbow, have you seen creation touch up a baby's smile. Have you gazed upon the stars and experienced beauty that's more that dots and darkness. Sitting under a tree alone,on a dreamy summer evening reading a pulp adventure, experiencing bliss. Isn't that beauty?
I try to find beauty in everything, the warm melting of milk chocolate in my mouth, the same chocolate smeared and sticky on a three year old's giggling smile. Beauty overwhelms me in the silent breeze, under a midnight's moon. The blushing smile I imagine, on the prettiest girl noticing me in the bus stop, the little paper boats floating in muddy puddles after a rain, the yelping puppies chasing the tires of a car, the beauty of freedom during unemployment, the beauty of writing the disjointed,sanity questioning post, the satire of a“Real beauty” blogging contest where the post with the prettiest profile picture of perceptive beauty has the most number of hits. Beauty in humor.
Experiencing true Love's first smile when reading your poem, experiencing the hard birthday bumps my friends inflict me every year, the the beautiful comfort of fighting with my brother, the beauty of affection in my mothers food, the beauty of love in my father's scolding. Real beauty is defined in my experience, unforgettable, untarnished, ageless and eternal.
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blogging contest hits....LOL...
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