A Beautiful Life

Just as It Is

Beautiful things do not hide.

They shine on their own, wherever they are.

Placed anywhere, they remain themselves,
unchanging, never easily faded.
Even without understanding why,
there is a truth that shines as it is.

Though it may pass us quietly,
it remains—
a beautiful reality.

In a place that does not feel strange,
just as it is,
beauty becomes history,
becomes life,
and settles in the heart.

Not covered,
not disappearing,
a beauty that grows deeper with time,
a song that can be heard
even without a sound.

Beautiful things cannot be avoided.

They are beautiful because they live,
and still beautiful beyond death—
pure,
and sacred.

The beauty
called life.

*these are my own paintings *