We think that we lack beauty and live in an imperfect world but that is only because we are not seeing correctly.
Beauty is an act of consciousness. It is an appreciation of color and form in the phenomena of experience.
Your form is always beautiful because it has been created with exquisite craftsmanship. Each cell is a celebration of evolutionary genius.
And, if you look beyond your form, to your mind, then you can only feel a sense of awe and wonder.
Your mind can process trillions of bits of information every second. At this very moment, your mind is orchestrating the exchange of oxygen from your bloodstream to your internal organs while your eyes are busy reading these words and your intellect is busy comprehending them.
All human beings are beautiful because each and every one has arisen from the creative genius of pure consciousness.
And the world itself is a living, moving poem, full of wondrous sights, sounds, and myriad impressions.
The saddest thing of all is how little we appreciate any of it.
Sunrises and sunsets are lost on us, the dew in the morning, and the touch of a lover's hands are all wasted on us. We do not see what is before us or feel what is within us because we are preoccupied with things of the utmost foolishness.
Does it really matter what people think of you? Does it really matter if you did not labor diligently enough to collect more papers with pictures of dead presidents on them? Isn't your true prosperity in being yourself and walking on this earth?
All day long, we spend trivializing things of inestimable value and esteeming things of trivial value.
We pride ourselves on being moral but everywhere we are busy committing the deadly sin of disparaging life and beauty, joy and carefree fulfillment.
You are always beautiful, whether you acknowledge it or not, and this beauty has nothing to do with the artificial standards about the best human forms of color, shape, and height. Your beauty is the very act of creation expressing itself as you.
The only thing more wonderful than being alive is being alive as you. What else is needed? Isn't everything else just a footnote to this beauty, the beauty of consciousness experiencing itself?
The most beautiful thing in creation is you. How long must it take before you lift up your head from your passing troubles and notice it?
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