Art is simply a song to the absolute, a hymn of praise, gratitude and celebration, an outpouring of love. —Rupert Spira
You are the sweetness in all things. —Francis Lucille
Wherever I’m living or staying these days, there’s inspiration for hymns of thanks and praise, and outpourings of love. In my awkward struggles to reflect back to Love what I find in the beloved scene, I can only try to keep tasting the sweetness in all things.
In the words of Atmananda Krishna Menon:
Objects serve only as symbols of the subject. The Self is the center of beauty, and changeless. The symbols are numerous but the center is only one, the inmost core of one’s being. Beauty is the real nature of the Self and is unlimited. Beauty anoints with its own gilt everything with which it comes into contact….
You may conceive beauty to be resting inside yourself and matter outside. When you discard the gross matter, along with the sense of “outside,” and reach the so-called inside, you find that the inside—being relative and the opposite of outside—has also vanished, leaving you alone as beauty, the Ultimate, beyond outside and inside.
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I’m also a coauthor, with Susan Lupone Stonis, of the Belly Books collection, board books specially designed to read to babies in the womb. Check us out at Cottage Door Press and on our blog, The Reading Womb.
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