Beauty quest and contemplation
Part 1
My contemplations supersede my contempt,
I'm trying hard to find the beauty between the broken pieces,
They told me beauty was everywhere,
But I was blind enough not to see it,
The old man told me,
Open your eyes little one,
If you're lucky, you might see the sunset,
What if I was blessed enough to see the sunrise?
What does that mean?
Hold!
That is beauty?
Welcome to my pursuit of true beauty.
I share this because of the sensitive soul,
That is in a constant quest,
Their sensitivity has been mistaken for weakness,
Their ability to connect deeper with nature has been misjudged,
Daily they have felt like misfits trying to fit in,
Like a caged bird,
They have sung melodies in their cells,
They have tried to see what's beyond the closed doors,
Never to experience what's outside of their territories,
They only have themselves,
No one to melt the snow around,
With every heartbeat,
They have dreamed of redemption and liberation,
With every melody, they have wished to fly freely.
Part 2
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder,
The Old man emphasized,
Like a canvas,
Our lives lay waiting for us to make a masterpiece,
Like a blank page stares at the author,
Our lives wait for us to choose characters and constantly decide on every story,
Like the icebergs,
What we see with our bare eyes,
Bears unseen realities,
So are our cultures and people around us,
We have to go from layer to layer for us to understand what beauty is,
This is what the onion taught us,
Like a river, we have to flow freely with the currents,
Or like the ship in the sea,
We have to shift the direction of our sails if need be,
The reflections of every soul,
Always, high on gratitude,
The high that no drug can induce,
I look up to the sky,
My soul whispers,
Truly the designer of heavens and earth,
Contemplated on this beauty,
Now I see it all over me,
Even though it is a matter of choice,
I have to choose beauty every day,
You just need to open your eyes and see.
Jennifer Muthoki