The beautiful

Sometimes when I listen to people sing, it moves me. Every once in a while when I watch people dance, I get chills. When I come across a rose with a little bit of dew and a beam of sun, I’m speechless.

There are scattered moments of heaven in our lives. Not the place in the clouds where we go when we die, but a reality that exits in parts now. We see it when we dip far enough into the Divine, emerge ourselves in love, live with abandon.

Everything feels right. Complete. Whole. Beautiful.

This is the kind of beauty we were created for. A beauty that fills us with life. Overflowing, never-ending, life.

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