Shalom Brother,

I am, and have been, in deep relationship with beauty my entire life. The idea of beauty is, in and of itself, an abstraction. If I were to attempt to define beauty for you, at least within a set of observable characteristics, my definition would eventually be contradicted by another offered set of characteristics, leaving us in a linguistic paralysis. It can therefore be established that what we perceive as beautiful is personal, subjective, and relative, at least, the mode through which we understand our perception of Beauty is relative, what is being revealed, Beauty itself rather, is immutable and objective.

Beauty tends to be reflective of ones personality. It can only speak to you from the perch from which you are positioned, but it is always beckoning you to what you are on the cusp of knowing. It offers what it is that one needs as well as what it is that one is looking for, but it always does so within the context of the evolving selfhood and the fecundity of futurity. Beauty is the collapsing of the present moment and the sharp inhale of its rebirth. It rolls forth and unfolds into itself, simultaneously expanding and contracting, it collects and respects what it “was” in perfect time with what it is “becoming.” Which in fact, is all that it is. A state of becoming. A fountain of endless effulgence, suggestive, playful, and mercurial. Like a wave in the ocean, the present moment arises from the infinite, crests at the peak of breath, and crashes back into itself in the exhale of death, only to repeat, eternally.

The experience of this, is IT itself. It is consciousness. There is in fact, nothing else to experience. All else is illusory. Therefore, all that there is, is this beauty. This pure consciousness, this pure awareness, this present moment that is constant emergence.This one fundamental, infinite, and essential truth emerges and reveals itself to the experiencer in many ways.

Devin, I must tell you what inspired this. I am currently in Chiang Mai, Thailand with Miranda. I was having an ok day, certainly I was trying to remember and honor the Truth of which I have just written, but as I am a monkey, I tend to fall to a state of disempowered delusion, in step with culture of course, quite frequently. Miranda and I were standing in the elevator after departing from our room, I looked over at her and her beauty revealed itself to me in such a way that I had never seen before.

Certainly, I have spent hours looking upon her skin, her hair, and within her eyes, but there was something different in this moment than what I had ever seen before. I was not looking for what it was that I saw, and I think that because I was not looking, I was able to truly see what was being shown to me. At first, it was the matching color scheme of her outfit, then it was the way the raven ringlets of her hair encircled her face, and then it was the honey of her eyes capturing my attention like a UFO tractor beam. Rapt, I was consumed and enthralled by the physical and ethereal vortex that was summoning me through her. In this moment, all else disappeared and I became the pure witness of the beautiful avatar of infinitude that occupied space within the same elevator as me. I was healed. Instantly, I felt my heart galvanized and my spirit made whole in Truth. Any kind of malaise, or off-centeredness left me, compassion returned, and I was rendered stupefied by the emergence of beauty through Miranda.

All perceptions, opinions, and understandings of Beauty are this one Truth suggesting itself to different avatars of itself through refractions of itself. Miranda’s outfit, her hair, her eyes, her skin, all of these are the Truth’s expression suggesting itself to you (me).

My mystic monkey self sees this as the one essential Truth of consciousness and its suggestive nature speaking to me from my perched position, beckoning me into a truer understanding and revelation of itself, of which I am also that same self. I came to me, showed me myself through me, and thus brought me back to me. But if that’s the case, then I can never actually be separate from myself, so all that happened was that the veil of illusory separation was dissipated and clarity was renewed. Ah! HAH! The JOY! The feeling of victory coursing through this avatar is absolutely electric! I AM!

I am eternally grateful, Genial Espiritu.

In and as Love,

Mystic Monkey Dilly (Genial Espíritu)