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January 28, 2005
Beauty
What is beauty, and why are we so infatuated by it, in any form,-Socrates says man's greatest achivement and what he strives for is happiness. is finding beauty, and capturing it, a way to happiness, and how do we get to evaluate beauty, when we dont even see everything with the same eyes. Is finding and seeing and capturing beauty more of a very personal endaver. I have talked a lot with LIISA, about this subject. She is very artistic, being a painter, she has the eyes for colors, and a great affinity to find beauty in eveything. Recently she sent me small hard cover note book. the cover is greenish gold, and she pasted a picture of a Oronge whole with the stem, on the cover, inside the cover, she pasted a picture of a mirror, and a glass door, and almost every page, is decorated by small pictures of Half full glass of water, a door knob, old frame picture, a perfume bottle, canddles, lamps, ....on and on, one picture for almost every page, and then on the back cover, there is picture of an orange peeld. she has seen the beauty in every picture she has pasted in that note book, and it all has initiated by a beautiful tender thought, to find the note book, paste , every picture, then she probably smiled after all done, and her face at that moment, a perfect picture of beauty, with stisfied blue eyes,she probably took a deep breathe, knowing she had created many inspirations for me, so I could see all that and write. I wrote a poem when I saw the note book. RAINBOW SPOONS, which I will post today, in a way Liisa achieved what she intended. THANKS lIISA FOR YOUR EVER PRESENT GIFTS OF LIFE. My friend METAL, has accepted my invitation and today I will post one of her poems, for my pleasure and yours, feel free to comment about it, she would appriciate your comments. We play Musical beds in our house, this morning Amin came and laid next to me, asking for a hug and a massage, I held him in my arms half sleep, he is a big boy now, with big arms and legs, but he melts in my arms, no bones, all flesh, all loving, he closed his eyes as I worked his hands, arms and legs, half sleep myself, then after a while he left. I turned and worked on my wife's back, and shooulders and neck, easy and gentle, she got closer, and as I massaged, she stretched, and then got up for her shower, then , I made my way to Kiana's room, laid next to her, spooning her little frame, she put her head on my arm, and we both fell back to sleep. We hug a lot in our house, kiss a lot, and that's beautiful. HMMMMM please drop me a comment about what you find beautiful, remember it take two to Tango, and three to cha cha............Posted by Idinraha at January 28, 2005 10:38 AM
Comments
I find growing old with Mohsen beautiful. Specially when girls do something and he cracks up, laughing out loud from the bottom of his heart, I find my life so beautiful.
Hopefully I didn't make you puke!!!!!
Posted by: Maryam at January 30, 2005 10:49 PM