Art Reza Badrossama
And a poet said, Speak to us of Beauty.And he answered:Where shall you seek beauty, and howshall you find her unless she herself be yourway and your guide?And how shall you speak of her exceptshe be the weaver of your speech?The aggrieved and injured say,"Beauty is kind and gentle."The tired and weary say,"Beauty is of soft whisperingsShe speaks in our spirit."In winter say the snow-bound,"She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."All these things have you said of beauty,Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see, though you
close your eyes and a song you hear, though
you shut your ears.
People of Orphalese,
beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
♡
from The Prophet
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