Query: Does the foregoing title make any sense?
Definition of terms for purposes of clarification: (in order to make sense?)
Kiss: An outward expression of an inner grace.
Grace: A manifestation of favor or good will
Art: The quality, production, expression, or realm, according to aesthetic principles, of what is beautiful, appealing, or of more than ordinary significance.
Aesthetic: Having a sense of the beautiful; characterized by a love of beauty.
How does one convey the sense of the esoteric discoverable in living? It seems to me best described as “Kiss and the Art of Butterfly!”
The foregoing pictures depict the beauty of what I speak reduced to image. The words defined implant the concept of which I speak if accepted as naming what I describe.
Neither the depictions nor the words with definition truly describe what I mean. They come closest. They come closest in portraying that mist that becomes mystic when we rise above the material consequence of who we are, what we are and where we’re at in this life.
The outlet to it is there, it is open to us. It waits only for us to slow enough to see it. It needs us to pause a bit in out pursuit of all of those goals life deems so important for us.
It is as simple as the saying “Stop to Smell the Roses.” In its simplicity, ever present, there, waiting for us to notice, do we find all that flowers beyond our material grasp.
This is what life is really about. We come into it, immerse in every part of it, finding, in so doing the beauty of leaving it. Paradoxical? You bet, but what in life is not?
It is this esoteric element ever-present through which we can transcend to any degree we choose to a higher place not part of this world. It is in this world we earn our ability and our wherewithal to attain it.
It is by Kiss and in the Art of Butterfly I find my meaning in life.b