Friday, July 17, 2009

Beauty.

Beauty.
Nobody wants to know the population of the Beauty country.

We want to make love to the populace.

Desire in the heart is the same beauty being sought.

Desire's been on my mind these days- I've been practicing wanting... more elegantly. I want to touch, I want to kiss, I want to eat, I want to smell, I want to feel, I want to see. Yet none of it is kept. After reading this phenomenal piece by Michael on longing... well, as I told Steve, it's like really good bad news. Oscar Wilde leveled, "It is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?"

Simone Weil wrote that Beauty promises but never delivers.
Have you ever wanted to eat the air near an intoxicating flower? Perfumery is like the fine art of the ephemeral- in one breath the beauty is evaporated. And one must breathe again to bring it in.

Like picking little sweet berries. A slow and deliberate movement sets in, and each handful takes care, finger by finger. There's space. And with the necessary nibbling, at no point is the container full. Completion is simply the point where the picker resigns with berry-stained lips.

Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart.
FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER

If eyes were made for seeing, then beauty has its own excuse for being.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON

"A Navajo often counts his wealth in the songs he knows and especially in the songs he has created. A poor Navajo is one who has no songs, for songs enrich one's experiences and beautify one's activities."
GARY WITHERSPOON

"When one flower blooms, spring awakens everywhere."

JOHN O'DONOHUE

4 comments:

Suzette said...

Now I am convinced you are the most beautiful woman in the world
tonight.
Thank You Beauty...
xo
sis

Anonymous said...

WOW...morning glory Beauty!

Anonymous said...

...BEING intoxicated!

Anonymous said...

I'm inhaling this fragrance of beauty. Thank you lovely!