Lola begins, and others contribute to, what we might say (right there, right then) 'beauty' is. We arrive at: Beauty is the longing for this moment to reveal itself -- and what is needed -- so to complete itself.
My mind is like an autumn moon,When things reveal themselves, when someone shows up at a time of need -- we think: 'beautiful!' When early morning sunlight slants through silence, we experience beauty.
Pure and transcendentally elegant.
It is impossible to compare
This mind with anything.
How could it be possible
For me to explain it to you?
When some person appears and presents an unfiltered view of their own mere nature, without pretense or posturing, we share beauty. When that radiant peace that cannot be articulated visits, and we pause in the open place of grace, we have become for that instant and forevermore -- with beauty, beautiful.
Simply give away your beautyFor 'You are still' the German also allows 'You are silent.'
without talk and reckoning.
You are still. She says for you; I am.
And comes in meaning thousandfold,
at last comes over everyone.
(-- Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke)
Explanations, excuses, apologies, attacks and accusations are very often dull reminders we fail beauty.
The Red WheelbarrowRead.
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
(--Poem by William Carlos Williams)