Category: Poetry

I believe beauty lives in each of us as generosity, kindness and love. It’s part of our physiology as are heartbeats and breath. I find beauty in the interstices, the pauses, in the experience of stillness and sight. When outer reality and beauty connect, beauty is. The canvass on which we can practice and paint is as endless as spirit.

Even the physics of nature displays its beauty: the diffraction of waves on a rippled lake, the august sunset colors of a Rayleigh-scattered sky, the photochemistry of fireflies flashing their yellow green luciferin.

Beauty is always my first choice, along with form, emotion, surprise, and imagery. However, over the years, I have learned that it is the re-combination of these elements that makes me re-define, re-read, and re-consider.

To create Beauty from the pain, chaos and disorder of our lives is a high accomplishment that transcends our physical limitations. It demonstrates that we are capable of transcendence. It demonstrates our spiritual nature.

Two trees stand together in an otherwise naked field, branches linked like young lovers’ fingers, roots twisted into a labyrinth of nourishment and survival.