THE BEAUTY OF THE MOMENT
In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty. -- Christopher Morley
I was reading a book and the sentence that struck me profoundly was one in which it talked about how we appreciate the pleasure of things that we have or experience but we don't necessarily appreciate the beauty of the moment. One way we can do that, I suspect, is to give thanks for it and mean it with all our hearts.
If I am witnessing a beautiful sunrise or sunset and it gives me pleasure that is wonderful but if I am completely and totally present with the experience in the moment and I sense the beauty of that moment by appreciating it through my gratitude I find that the degree of enjoyment and the fullness of that experience is expanded exponentially. I can express my thanks without directing it to my concept of God but most often I do. It is easier to do it that way but God to me is much, much more than any concept I can have of what God is or anyone else can have for that matter. God goes beyond name or concept. But we humans tend to need a point of reference and/or a point of direction for our thoughts and beliefs.
Treating each moment or experience with complete attention can only enhance it for my energy is single minded and keenly focused rather than scattered about giving attention to "monkey mind" or the "committee". I am thoroughly there. Words are not necessary when I am immersed in the "now" but often words of expression make there way from my mind to my mouth because it seems that these things cry for voice. Voice fails to describe the experience much like voice fails and words fail to adequately convey the experience of what we call God.
The beauty of the moment to me is the very essence of God. It is total and complete love. It is giving myself to that moment. Wallowing in the warm beauty of loving experience takes me way beyond the physical aspects of what it is I am seeing or experiencing and gives me glimpses of heaven.
The beauty of the moment takes me to heaven's door and invites me in. It fills my soul like nothing else can.
I was reading a book and the sentence that struck me profoundly was one in which it talked about how we appreciate the pleasure of things that we have or experience but we don't necessarily appreciate the beauty of the moment. One way we can do that, I suspect, is to give thanks for it and mean it with all our hearts.
If I am witnessing a beautiful sunrise or sunset and it gives me pleasure that is wonderful but if I am completely and totally present with the experience in the moment and I sense the beauty of that moment by appreciating it through my gratitude I find that the degree of enjoyment and the fullness of that experience is expanded exponentially. I can express my thanks without directing it to my concept of God but most often I do. It is easier to do it that way but God to me is much, much more than any concept I can have of what God is or anyone else can have for that matter. God goes beyond name or concept. But we humans tend to need a point of reference and/or a point of direction for our thoughts and beliefs.
Treating each moment or experience with complete attention can only enhance it for my energy is single minded and keenly focused rather than scattered about giving attention to "monkey mind" or the "committee". I am thoroughly there. Words are not necessary when I am immersed in the "now" but often words of expression make there way from my mind to my mouth because it seems that these things cry for voice. Voice fails to describe the experience much like voice fails and words fail to adequately convey the experience of what we call God.
The beauty of the moment to me is the very essence of God. It is total and complete love. It is giving myself to that moment. Wallowing in the warm beauty of loving experience takes me way beyond the physical aspects of what it is I am seeing or experiencing and gives me glimpses of heaven.
The beauty of the moment takes me to heaven's door and invites me in. It fills my soul like nothing else can.
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