A child is born with abuse as a norm. Abuse the child does and knows. The innocence involved knows no better. Those involved guide the child to know a different light. The child ends up knowing chaos, order, and balance. Is there beauty in all three states? The innocent consciousness as a blank slate can be taught that beauty is all three. The teacher of each arena exists. Does each teacher know their own perception of beauty in all three states?
These are difficult concepts to discuss as this world is filled with examples of all. The idea of chaos is before us. The idea of order is before us. The idea of balance is before us. Who is to state their definition of beauty? An examination of the point of individual consciousness is in order.
“What are they thinking, those people of order? They have no idea what beauty is about.” Then another says, “What are you thinking, you people of chaos? My vision of beauty is true.” And yet another says, “Your missing the mark, chaos and order, it is balance that is the beauty key.”
Beauty and love go hand in hand, but it is one’s own definition that is the point. How does one learn? They are taught, or can be taught, a definition that span many ticks of the clock from chaos to order. The variations are only infinity’s knowing. But, we get a chance HERE to see for ourselves how innocence can be made to believe.
To understand this further, an unknown variable has to be introduced. That variable is known in a few simple questions. “Where did you come from?” “Who were you?” “Why did you want to be here?” When we begin to ask these questions, an entirely new lens is created to start to understand the complexities we see in this world. From that, we can begin to understand love from a point of compassion, tolerance, and humility. Some call that humble. But, even humble has its states of choas, order, and balance.
The human experience. The hu-man, the humiliated man. The wo-man, the woed woman. Is it not in these states that we truly cry out for God, or whatever “something” greater than ourselves we can envision to aleviate our pain? It is then we begin to see the error in our ways, our stance amidst chaos, order, and balance. It is there we begin to feel a new definition of love, a new vision of beauty.
Just like a quick swipe cannot know a texture true, the sands of time allow us to feel our way through the covenant of being. Like an oxymoron, a flash of lightning hits us and we see the gift of life in breath. The miracle of another to witness. The departure of loved ones. All the legacies left behind, what a gift to guide us.
For it is not so much what we leave behind in this world, but what we take back with us. Even right now, what we hold onto is a baggage to carry. Thank God for the opportunity of the slow pace of time to give our own consciousness that gift. Love, compassion, tolerance, and peace. Which one is beauty? The before or the after? Right now it can be anything. Being exactly where we are is a gift from afar. It can change in a flash. Imagine that ability within a consciousness.
Zoltan Blue 