Beauty is core and the core is drenched in beauty.
We live in a God-kissed world; his lipstick is all over the place. This is why sunsets and Indian Paint Bush are red.
God smears his reds, oranges and purples everywhere — the divine smouching just never ends!
Look closely; beauty is within the detail.
Keep looking around. Some of the most fascinating things in the universe live near you unnoticed — astroblemes and slime molds and verticils and flittermice.
The sun and the fire fly are the same, a bright flash in the dark and then gone. Enjoy, for now.
Look panoramically, not too closely. There is always a flaw in the details. Peer in too closely and you’ll find something to be unhappy with. Step back and you’ll see something to be thrilled about.
Surfaces delight – newly mown lawns, white stucco walls, the glassy water in garden ponds, the tops of trimmed hedges, the surface curves of lips and of eyes and the soft, downy arc of baby cheeks.
Art is jumping up and down in all of us, eager at the door, dancing at the latch, past ready to be let outside to play.
Originality is overrated; good copying counts too.
Banish the ugly; invite the beautiful — everyday.
A tree is a solar street light that shines in the day time.
Note the mannequins in the stores you frequent. These are the fantasized versions of yourself, your idealized image, just what you are supposed to want to be, the pose and mood and attitude in vogue. Buy the look and you get your very own –posturing persona.
Lust is a form of dissatisfaction with something beautiful already possessed.
The Kilauea volcano oozes with hot, fiery red lava; in just this fashion molten goodness and holy beauty break out and cover the slopes of the hopeful.
A queen palm in the sun dripping silver light is a costal “Hosanna in the highest!”
The face is the house of the spirit, and the eyes are the windows we see it dancing in.
