All the beauty of the world is contained in the grain of sand you hold in your hand and blow into the wind.
All the beauty of the world is contained in the breath that passes through your lips and merges into the wind.
All the beauty of the world is contained in the fragrance of the ocean breeze, into which your longings disappear.
All the beauty of the world is contained in the taste of an almond, which arises for but a moment and dissolves into the inner night from which it was born.
All the beauty of the world is contained in the cracks of your face, carved by your pain and filled with the tears of your regrets.
All the beauty of the world is contained in the sadness you squeeze from your heart and sacrifice to the earth.
Here you are, at ocean’s edge as the sun sets again. You’re still running, yet still waiting. You’re still hoping, yet still doubting. You’re still longing for but have yet to touch the flower of tomorrow. So also the joy you conceived yesterday remains unborn in the shimmering haze of your unending dream.
Watch the cat chasing mice. Observe the mouse chasing after cheese. Watch your desire chasing itself, hands grasping at the wind.
All of the beauty of the world is found now and nowhere else but here. Where else could you be but here and now? What you seek is neither yesterday nor tomorrow, but a path back to now.
Awaken to the intimate space that surrounds you, in which you were born, live, and shall pass away. Breathe and feel its kiss upon your lips. Fall into the tender arms of death, and let the Great Mother, who has conceived you, give you birth again.
Michael Sudduth
50th Blog
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