::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Monday, January 21, 2013

Soft, through yonder window...

I see
I see the beauty in everyday
And touched by its extraordinary
-Yet simple, ordinary, existence-
I am moved to tears as I've found elegance once again.

I exist in this ecosystem as one small part of the complex interactions which sustain the elegant equilibrium that is this Earth.

I evolved these emotions for a reason.

I won't be ashamed that I cry at a sunset, that I'm delighted at its rise, that I am soft, caring, but stronger than many of my own species give me credit for.

The world needs women.

Strong, beautiful, confident women who, YES, have emotions and respond to beauty and heartache and sadness.

So yes, I am crying over a cookie commercial. Because in it I saw beauty and a hint of the moments I live for.

And no, I'm not sorry for it.