Beauty

I was walking among trees whose branches were transformed into diamond chandeliers hanging to lift rays of sunlight. The touch of the air was a freezing breeze and the wind its only voice. I was surrounded by beauty. I was inside it. A little blue bird landed in front of me.

And all that was beauty.

Every step we take in this life does not have any real direction since there is only one destination. We suffer for the unobtainable and we grieve for our losses. The persons we loved, the places we called home. As if we ever had them. As if we had ourselves. Our plans are illusions of a meaning that is ours to invent and hard to hold to.

One thing goes beyond the absence of god though. One experience goes beyond the ephemeral. One feeling stays. One vision IS.

Beauty.