Beauty in Intricacies

7.1.2020

There is beauty in intricacies. 

In words it takes time to understand. In emotions. In the mind games humans play with each other.

There is also beauty in simplicity. 

In the smiles you receive and give. In the sunlight that you squint at. In the moist mud you once played with but won’t admit to anymore.

There is beauty in both complex and simple. 

Sometimes they are the same thing. A spider web. A kolam. A piece of art or writing that you have gazed at from every conceivable angle before, when all of a sudden, it all falls into place and you wonder why the obvious interpretation didn’t strike you before.

There is no felt beauty and perceived beauty. It is one and it is a hundred.

There is beauty in order and in chaos. 

In the way ants walk alongside a crack on the wall. In the way a mind works. In the way one word or thought can shake tempests and unsettle the hardest of hearts, and the most rigid minds; and in the way hope, the child of order and chaos, is born.

The beauty that exists in time, lives on in the timeless.

Just as there is beauty in longer sentences that have to be touched and felt and sensed, swished around in the mouth of the mind like a particularly fine wine you are trying for the first time.

There is the same beauty in simple sentences.

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