In the thick of the forest
in the open valley
at the foot of the mountain
and rushing crowd of the city
in the heart
beauty shines
In thought
in the dance of nothingness
in the smile and tear
in the mother
the father
the friend
the stranger
and the beggar by the roadside
in the heart
beauty shines
the cloudy day
the sun breaking through
the tender leaf
the drop of dew trembling
the simple blade of grass
so simple is the holy consciousness
shining on all
revealing beauty only
The seasons come and go
the child grows quickly
and the body gathers aches
yet within the holy consciousness
nothing changes
nothing moving
coming or going
only the beauty of truth
revealed in all that passes
transcending all
living in all
beauty shining
Beauty Only
