Beauty

Friday, April 14, 2006

Expressions •

Beauty

And a poet said, Speak to us of Beauty.

And he answered:

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you
find her unless she herself be your way and your
guide?

And how shall you speak of her except she be the
weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say, ‘Beauty is kind
and gentle.

‘Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she
walks among us.’

And the passionate say, ‘Nay, beauty is a thing of
might and dread.

‘Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us
and the sky above us.’

The tired and the weary say, ‘Beauty is of soft
whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.

‘Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that
quivers in fear of the shadow.’

But the restless say, ‘We have heard her shouting
among the mountains,

‘And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and
the beating of wings and the roaring of lions.’

At night the watchmen of the city say, ‘Beauty shall
rise with the dawn from the east.’

And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say,
‘We have seen her leaning over the earth from the
windows of the sunset.’

In winter say the snow-bound, ‘She shall come with
the spring leaping upon the hills.’

And in the summer heat the reapers say, ‘We have
seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we
saw a drift of snow in her hair.’

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 inflamed 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.

It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a
wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of
angels for ever in flight.

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.

By : Kahlil Gibran