Beauty --not shared-- is still Beauty, without wearing glasses!
A luscious meal is still delisious when eaten all alone; pleasantly filling
the empty void of my belly. Yet, when shared with another
the heart is also filled.
A sunrise, the night skies, a hearthside --however lovely-- is often but
an echo
of what it could be, when substantiated by the presence of another.
No pity is required here. Being alone is not the villain.
In truth, pleasure and beauty experienced in solitude, are for me
within themselves, valued and precious --even necessary.
And, a solitary life affords a certain safety.
There cannot be discord in the absence of disclosure,
or disagreement with another, when sitting all alone.
Though the evenings may drag on and on with no one else around,
the chance of disappointment disappears…
As well, is not the Spiritual Enlightenment that we strive for
found
unaccompanied? How can one hear the voice of the Divine
while someone else whispers in
our ear?
Yet, who’s to say the whispered words
that fall from the lips of
another, are not divinely appointed
to reach the heart in
just this way?
For Beauty shared, where someone else bears witness, opens the heart in a way that no amount of
solitary, mountain-top mediation can!
To see the smile of appreciation on the other’s face;
and have a
destination for the smile that you return,
creates a pleasure that cannot be
equaled in isolation.
Watch, alone, the splendor of the day
burn into the night sea, and be
enthralled!
Share it with another --souls and shoulders touching--
and
experience fleshed out enchantment!
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