It is in the night sky, lit from distant galaxies, telling us our origins.
It is in the morning after the storm. It is in the unexpected.
A butterfly lights on the sill. A coat of many colours.
We are drawn towards skin-deep, bauble beauty, but it withers
in a different company where our wildness is set free.
There is beauty in a pause, a presence, just the breath
on a crisp blue-sky day, everything still.
A robin hops into sight.
It is in a wisdom expressed; as Thomas said,
If you bring forth what is within you,
what is within you will save you.
It is in the longing to be a raft for those who wish to cross a flood;
a lamp for those in the darkness.
And the awareness that comes to you – we don’t need to understand everything –
because there is beauty in the…
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