When I say you’re Beautiful
I’m not just speaking in the idiom of mirrors
I’m speaking of your unseen precious core
shaped by fire and ice and centuries of mountain streams
I’m speaking of the ever-present seasons of your being
the scented buds of spring that draw the bees
the petals that shower radiance your fruitfulness
your graceful yield to winter silence
he beauty that I greet in you is like a candle flame
in currents of dim air or like a falcon rising on a thermal
or it is the steadfastness of dawn
rising to delight our sleeping world
I’m speaking of what’s seen with inner eyes<
of what will slip the handcuffs of our best poetic words
I’m speaking both the language of the mirrors
and the language of the heart to say You are a Beauty.’
A young spiritual learner was out for a walk with a wise old master and his dog. The evening was peaceful and cool. They walked in silence.
After some time the novice says to the wise master, “I have been learning various spiritual teachings on meditation and mindfulness”.
The master nods his head.
The novice then confesses that he has recently become lost with meditation. That the more he studies, the more lost he becomes. The various teachings say different things. So now, he does not know what to do anymore.
“Wise master”, he asks. “Do I look at the tip of my nose? or do I close my eyes? do I sit or stand? please tell me which approach is best and end this confusion”.
The master smiles. He the points to the moon and commands his dog to look at the moon. The dog simply stares at his pointing finger.
The master then explains, “Words are conceptualisation and are merely pointers to something beyond; do not focus on the pointing fingers or you will never find the moon”.
“All words about spiritual values are just hints. Don’t hold onto the words as if they are realities. They are hints, almost the way I can point to the moon with my finger – but don’t catch hold of my finger. My finger is not the moon. Although my finger was pointing to the moon, it was only a hint.”