The essence of elegance

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
And the cow crunching with depressed head surpasses any statue,
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.
– Walt Whitman from Earth, My Likeness

Good morning….

Looking at the stream of writing and images of those who touched some rare beauty in their journeys that they gave their life to bring it into awareness in some unique way….it is the journey to share the fusion and feeling of the visionary…. Emerson, Goethe, Hafiz, Rumi, Mozart, Beethoven, Rembrandt, Gibran, Picasso, Thoreau, Merton, those who show us the exquisite in the ordinary, or reveal the creative beauty of seeing things in a new way, Baryshnikov, Nureyev, Callas, Pavlova, ………….as you know, they are the stars that rise in the garden that inspire vision and open our awareness…….to see breathtaking beauty in a blade of grass…..or a hand……or a body……..Michelangelo, who saw life in stone carved out of the hills of Italy………those who see it in the art of feeling…..in the heart……in the fusion of two bodies….of the body with nature…..those who inspire others to find the beauty within themselves…..to discover how to release it…….to share it…..

there is darkness and light in all great vision…sometimes pain……..sometimes great sadness…..sometimes tenderness that melts us…………..passion that sets us on fire……….what it is that inspires the reach …..to reach for the guiding star inside of us…..what is pushing out and pulling us…..drawing us to bring it into being……we sit before the greatness and are grateful to be alive…….to behold it……..

I will never forget the feeling of life inside of me…the flutter of little fingers inside my womb….a baby in formation with the hiccups….an elbow pushing its profile beneath my skin….

the feeling of loving so beyond my self….

I was walking by the ocean in Hawaii…and a beam of sunlight landed on an exotic bloom…and it was like an arrow of beauty entering into me……the smell of the earth in the redwood forests….the dark place that gave birth to giant trees reaching for the sun…..the cypress tree looming over the swamps…..

We share the love of those who inspire us with visions of beauty…..we are willing to be wounded by them…..the mystic gives in to the beauty and lets it permeate the being….to be taken by it

when two bodies are united, we leave our own and become the other….and then we return to know the beauty of our own body…because beauty has been there……..and left its essence ……..when hearts are united…something takes flight….empowered by liftoff………the flight and airborne path of a great blue heron…….or the grace of a gliding swan from deep within…..emerges and soars beyond any feeling one has had before……..we are lifted on a ray of the sun……….

The unifying mystery that incites such heights of experiencing….such mystifying elegance within us….gives us gift that continues giving………

Love breathes gently on a moment and transforms it into something exquisite….a tenderness that melts and dissolves us into the arms of the unknown lover that pursues as at every turn…..

We reach for that….we feel the morse code of the heart….the drumbeat of the native in the forest…the dance of the shaman around the fire……the sensual kiss of the brush in the hands of an artist of the heart…….somehow we let the moment breathe us in and breathe out the wonder in some new way to share it….

people are afraid of it because it destroys them….but those who die in the arms of the destroyer swear it rivals heaven…..what causes us to lose ourselves gives birth to the face of our beloved captor, who ravages our resistance and draws us into a deeper yearning to enter an unknown magnificence….

we fall before the love that opens and frees the tenderness and vulnerability within our hearts…. we kiss the feet of the one who walks in beauty, anointing and cleansing the feet with our tears and dry them with our hair……we kiss the hem of the garment that adorns the one who walks in beauty hoping to feel the rushing mystery flow into us……..the people cry….show us the way to see what the lover sees…..

a young woman just wrote to me about some of my verses and visions and some music I shared….an opera….and she kept asking, what does it mean….tell me I want to understand…..is it something about being trapped in darkness…and wanting to be set free to feel the light? Is that what the soul is? If we are fortunate….the journey inspires that kind of reaching……invites the creating….from the fountain within the hidden well of the heart……….the longing is the gift

We dive into the depths to be rescued again….to feel the salvation of love that reaches beyond the mastery and touches the jewels inside the frozen places…the rubies and diamonds …the topaz…the blue of the sea and the gold of the sun…and we dip the brush made of eyelashes into the heart and when we blink….the heavens open within our hearts….and we feel something so real, we are shattered into a million pieces…

what touches desire within us that flows like silk and invites entry …..what releases it……what calls forth the sacred oil that arouses the longing for entry into the castle of our deepest being….what is the key that opens us to draw the essence of another inside of us in the sacred chambers of the heart…..it is the one that draws out our own beauty and sees it tenderly and passionately and divinely and savors and treasures it and sees that elusive vision that we cannot see ourselves….for we have lost sight of it……..or never realized we are the pinnacle of creation

it is the pinnacle of being…the rising awareness……the soaring heart that touches the sun on wings of feeling that no word can express…..ohhh this is anointing beyond holiness…this is the deep perfection of fusion with the divinity of our potential and our reason for being…… to touch that with another heart is infinity circling between two hearts….two infinities…..this is grace beyond anything we can deserve….

this is touching the essence of the fire of the artist of the heart within our own that also exists in the heart of another….this is the finest wine that exists…….lovers don’t have to apologize for levitating and sighing and leaving imprints on everything they touch……they don’t see anything else……..and at the same time…they see everything ……for the whole universe kneels to them

this is the dancing fragrance that brings us to life …..and the life that rises in the beauty of unseen waves…..this is glory of unspeakable privilege……..and the chalice is filled with light that illumines from the inside……..we know we have wandered into and felt the lightness of being of the spirit of another…..this is the pearl of great price…this is the gift of life beyond life…..

4 Responses to “The essence of elegance”

  1. alka Says:

    This is so beautifully expressed Naomi..beautiful experience of Life.. How much time and effort we waste on mundane life and in unnecessary chatter. i could reread and reread this post with a new understanding each time. much love to you Naomi..

  2. Naomi F Stone Says:

    And much love to you, dear one.

  3. mysticalchemy Says:

    Beautifully shared dear. A gift unto the world, for us and all.

    Love, Peace and Beauty to your heart.

    • Naomi F Stone Says:

      Welcome to my little corner of the winehouse!
      Your presence blesses me, and your words are kind!
      May love have its way with us….and we will continue to meet in the fields of the Beloved,
      the gardens, the meadows, the quiet places of the soul and the compassionate chambers of the heart!

Comments are closed.