Do the standards of society determine beauty? Or a glamorous magazines?
I see a beauty in a spring leaf, in the bark of a tree, even in rubbish on the streets of Rishikesh. So where does beauty appear from… it is the place inside me.
Is it a feeling and it has nothing to do with an outside appearance judged by the standards. The feeling of beauty is easily available to me when I am at ease and in peace. And the deeper my peace, the deeper the feeling of beauty. Suddenly I see so many dimensions of beauty. The world turns into vibrant multidimensional miracle. Once I am in a state of feeling beauty – it overflows me. I see it in everything and in everyone.
This feeling sometimes a barometer for me. When I don’t feel beauty or even sometimes I don’t remember how it feels. I know I was not in peace for a while.
The arithmetic is simple: silence and peace inside me just vibrates the same frequency in the outside world. It is peace vibration feels and appears as beauty.