The days are long but the years are short. Photographs remind us of time that slips us by – quiet, and without attention. So we reach out to you. The aggrieved and the injured. The passionate. The tired and weary. And the restless. Hold on to today’s beauty – the one that you seek and the one that seeks you.
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say, “Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory as she walks among us.”
And the passionate say, “Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread."
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.”
The tired and weary say, “Beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow.”
But the restless say, “We have heard her shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roarings of lions.”
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
– On Beauty, The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran.