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Many cannot handle beauty. Either by ignoring it, affording it no value or or even being afraid of beauty. Others imagine what is beautiful is a matter of taste, like the suitability of a set of curtains. 


Beauty is not really subjective, it just demands a certain level of honesty and sincerity and open heart. And of course an absence of laziness, often at crucial moments.


My moment of beauty today was my trip around my forest. Technically I suppose it is not mine, though it feels very much part of me.


And the beauty of the forest is consistent, and lasting.




in the forest

I do not walk to cultivate

but to admire freedom

alone among tall trees

I never feel alone