In the nano-second before I consciously register a sunset or spring’s first bleeding heart or the image in a favorite poem, there’s a visceral reaction that precedes my brain’s focusing.

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It is the inner flame within, a rapport between me and my surroundings, a mellifluous word or whisper that regales my ears, a tactile thrill, a scent that lingers in my nostrils, the taste of success after so many disappointments, an equilibrium of wills.

We surprise ourselves discovering how much beauty is out there just waiting for us to notice and deem beautiful.

Mileva worked with Albert on the papers that comprised his “miracle year” of groundbreaking theories.

Though you can’t pinpoint what exactly is coming, something within you knows, just knows, it is good.  Surely beauty has a hand in that.

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.

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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.

Complexity is essential for true and lasting beauty.

A person, or a place, or an experience, that helps me to believe – just for a moment – that everything will be alright.

Beauty is the call that awaits a response.

The weightless touch of their flesh on our skin / is all we will ever know of beauty.

The world is a constant nonending explosion of beauty.

Beauty is a verb. Beauty happens. It happens to humans in condensed haiku-like moments.