Beauty

There are times when life brings us profound beauty. We become shockingly alive in these times and places and then something else happens and we lose touch with it again. It is either knocked out of our consciousness abruptly or it simply fades as other things, often more mundane patterns, habits or 'real' life crowd in to fill the space. We leave beauty floating out at sea, drifting with the tides and currents. Sometimes we are sailing so quickly away from it, that we forget it was there. It disappears so quickly and completely behind us.

Later though, it can be rediscovered. If we listen quietly and are still for even moments, it arises again in our path. Mine has done so now, in these days of October. I am revisiting what I thought was lost for good, or perhaps never existed, only to realize that it had never left.