A different story in the eyes of every seer.

I would give every word I’ve ever known if it meant I could give you my experience of today’s sunset.

I walked, across firm sand that gave way to ocean, gazing at reds and purples reflected in cozy grey clouds as the sun set on the opposite horizon, and I suffered the sweetest defeat.

I knew, even then, that all my attempts to capture it, to prolong it, to relive it, would fail.

I knew I would fail, just as truly as I knew I would try.

How could I not?

I am an apprentice who strives to emulate the master.

I am a creation who would step from the frame and become the creator.

Beauty is not in the eyes of the beholder, so much as it is the eyes of the beholder.

That the scene, the seen of creation, would change and move and reflect a different story in the eyes of every seer, every seer… That is the miracle.

 

‘People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child — our own two eyes. All is a miracle.’

~Thich Nhat Hanh

 

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