Beauty is not always beheld.
Sometimes it can only be absorbed. Often with only a fraction of awareness.
We are, each day, enveloped by beauty, enticed by it, compelled by it. We would be overwhelmed if not for our sensory bigotry.
And though we may believe ourselves unmoved, we are never left unchanged. His smile, her shimmy, the reds, yellows, and oranges of autumn’s dew-covered leaves realign our soul and seduce our hunger.
In ways, perhaps, not yet explained.
I long ago was told that the eyes may lead us to beauty, but they alone can never grasp the fullness of its intimacy.
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