Path of beauty, path of old age

[azul]

After reading Laughing Boy I find myself often thinking of the power of negative thoughts, and of the Navajo Path of Beauty that is similar in many aspects to Eastern philosophies.

And it gets me to thinking and wondering why life breeds for and produces beauty. Does life make itself beautiful for some creator, or for itself, when it finally develops the eyes and ears to see and hear and appreciate itself? The beauty that is and awaits its own awakening?



"With a place of hunger in me I wander,
Food will not fill it,
Aya-ah, beautiful.
With an empty place in me I wander,
Nothing will fill it,
Aya-ah, beautiful.
With a place of sorrow in me I wander,
Time will not end it,
Aya-ah, beautiful.
With a place of loneliness in me I wander,
No one will fill it,
Aya-ah, beautiful.
Forever alone, forever in sorrow I wander,
Forever empty, forever hungry I wander,
With the sorrow of great beauty I wander,
With the emptyness of great beauty I wander,
Never alone, never weeping, never empty

[postatomic]

1. Beauty is often unseen

What I take from the poem is that Great Beauty is a vast void that only serves to mask the negative thoughts and images that the world outside that of Beauty subjects us to.

I would say that the world of Beauty is purely singular. Specific to one. How we use that world and that vision is unique to each journey. I can see Beauty but at times I feel as though it doesn't want to be seen. That I am not meant to see it.

Another poem that may fit with your theme:

http://www.ecology.info/article.aspx?cid=12&id=98