Beauty
To see - that is our task.
To open one’s eyes to the overlooked,
the unnoticed, the nearly gone.
In the tilt of a sparrow’s wing,
in the frail hand of a flower,
in the way light bends before
touching the earth-
there, in that instant, is beauty.
Not the grand, not the gilded,
but the ordinary,
which we carry with us like breath.
Listen deeply.
Love the world enough to notice it,
To honour the quiet miracles
of leaf and stone,
to find in the broken,
the beautiful.
To love is to live with the door ajar,
with the heart undefended,
with the mind unguarded.
It is to be porous,
to let the world seep in,
to let it stain your soul
with the colours of all things.
And it is this way of seeing,
that makes us human.
To be open to the world
is to be woven into it,
to love it as it is,
without adornment,
without demand.
There’s something about
a person who can reveal
the hidden beauty in the world,
in the jagged edges,
in the smudged glass,
in the wayward path.
They are worth knowing,
worth loving,
because they hold the key
to a world
we might have missed,
a world that needs
to be seen, to be saved
from disappearing