Beauty is that sense of discovery when young deer stare at us without fear as we walk towards them, or start noticing the spiraling movement of the wind in the cattails surrounding the pond or the elliptical pirouettes of our squirrels and chipmunks.
One desires the beautiful because one develops a taste for beauty, and all the senses to perceive it become finer and finer, to enjoy the pleasures of beauty for its own sake.
Beauty is here in each creature’s hunger and action. And in my watching.
Beauty — that ephemeral being that so often exists beyond words, in transcendence of our ability to fully describe, that something that lies just beyond our grasp, teasing us with moments of startling truth
I am still stumbling over beauty, and I believe all the beauties of this world are simply shadows of God. In the natural world, I hear echoes of Beauty. In my poetry, I explore the echoes as well as a Tune I can’t wait to hear fully.
Beauty is both an expression of the gorgeous and the terrible, a reflection of the way in which nature works
Poetry is the essence of beauty. The way sound, form and language all come together to create a subtle music through words while offering some kind of deep meaning that changes how we view the world in some way, no matter how small.
I believe we are here to connect and to be beacons of light, refracting goodness in the world.
Beauty is a museum-quiet stillness that allows all our senses to fully bestow a sense of calm, clarity, charity and empathy, on ourselves and hopefully on others.
Like musicians, poets need to practice the “repertoire” by learning and knowing it.
I believe that the best writing explores or celebrates the beautiful and meaningful elements of life.