The Moments Inbetween Moments

The greatest beauty is that of blindness.

It lies within the beautiful shepherds song- singing his lonely tune for nothing but the joy of the melody. With no one but the vanquished silence to hear witness.

It lies within that instant a dewdrop is born on a vivid green blade of fragrant grass with no one to notice but the weeping night.

It lies within that child in the corner. Understanding everything, saying nothing, and judging only herself. Looking inside before looking outside.

It lies within that millisecond of detached lucidity that flairs into your mind when you actually see how profound the mundane truly is. How every second every movement every breath and every beat of your heart is a miracle.

It lies within that moment in a smokey haze when all the details are distorted and you can see only the outline of your desire and through that find the soul behind it.

The true moments of beauty cannot be captured. Only relived and fretted over as we struggle to protect them from being contaminated by the daily jade.

Yes, true beauty lies in blindness