Beauty is what keeps me going.
It is what makes life worth living.
To see the beauty in every flower, every breath
is a saying of the ancient samurai.
To be beautiful you have to think beautiful toughts
It is like a yogic union with the divine.
But sometimes in your life you just forget about it.
the inspiration just flies away
and you sink to the murky bottom.
and you may even cry out:
My God why have you abandoned me.
It's all part of the process of learning I guess.

What is beautiful to you?
A head of broccoli perhaps?
What makes you feel beautiful?
What makes you want to cry out:
I love you.