Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

Patience is befitting all things. Imagination suffices.

I imagine a deep richness, a canvas of impenetrable color. Free of infiltration and derangement. A strong bold solid shade of sky, of water, of the hottest fire. A soothing and exhilarating tone of intensity and compatibility. A universally loved hue that fits into every situation, into every understanding, into every emotion, into every crevice of my Soul. A secure and steady expanse of refreshing air, that makes me sigh and raises the hairs on the back of my neck. A color that my palette craves and my brush embraces with excitement until saturated. To witness this aura of midnight sparkle. Relief. Affirmation. Unity. Truth.

On closer inspection, the beauty only increases, the intricacy revealed. Bit by bit, drop by drop, line by line. A mix, a swirl, a basket weave of patterns, designs, sewn fabrics, intertwining threads. A blissful mesh of colors that play with one another and laugh with me gently. Euphoria. The wind blows and they sway and dance in Divine recognition. My heart is enveloped in the vastness of their celestial conglomeration. The mystery of it, seemingly never ending, the delight of every taste never too bitter or too sweet.

Oh wow I think to myself. What is this beautiful creation? Only One Artist could have painted such Love.