Pondering with a Purpose -2

At Brenda Youngerman's Fiction with a Purpose,
we are invited and welcomed to share our writing to a prompt weekly. It is a fun blog hop! I hope to see you there!

Today's Pondering with A Purpose Prompt: Beauty:In any format you are comfortable with - prose, poem, bullets, story, rhyme, etc, that speaks to beauty.

My Pondering on Beauty

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Vision, of all our senses, can easily cast for us beauty, ina single moment in time. We depend upon our eyes, to see the beauty before us.We then use our other senses to be sure, to determine and justify it. We mighttouch it to feel if it is indeed worthy of beauty. We might taste it, with a biteof a bright red juicy apple, or lick our snow covered mitten, or kiss a waitingmouth.

Our senses will come alive and we can actually smell whattakes us completely over the edge, burying us in beauty. From that pointforward whenever we smell that particular scent, a memory will burst from theseams of our compressed mind.

A melody can play. A singer can sing. A lover can whispersweet nothings. All our brain can say to us is…. beauty.  When the ears hear that sound, or the tonguetastes that taste, and when the fingers touch that silky soft memory, the eyescreate their own memory and beauty is breathed in.

It is beauty. And what beautiful feelings it transcribes. Andbeauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. Some say love is blind. What islove blinding us from? Is it blinding our eyes from what we might truly see or blindingour hearts from what simply is true?

We too often see only what we want to see, in many things.It can seem easy to figure a person out, or to think we know the ins and theouts, of any situation. That is a very blinding notion to take. Be careful.There is beauty that will be missed, should we deviate.

I love the saying ‘don’t judge a book by the cover’. Itreally is true. Bad does not always come in a clearly marked package, andneither does the good. Sometimes people are truly worn down and wornout, yet their heart is filled with compassion and empathy.

Beauty surely does reside with the skin that is long livedand shriveled. Every line is a path, a lesson lived, a lesson learned, andsomething beautiful given. Age, by some is feared and age changes us, insideand out.  Sometimes, that is when beautyis truly defined and takes full blossom where it may not have even had lifebefore.

Beauty.

I think beauty is opening our eyes, really, opening oureyes. What we see might not fall in the beauty category at all, but what we seemight actually be what we are meant to see and what we truly need at that verymoment. Maybe we should think of beauty as only a moment in time, and that allthings end and transform to something other. Will it always be beautiful? Itwill, if the essence is remembered.