ON THE BEAUTY OF ........

She sold smiles,

Love

And strength.

Yes! smiles.

Smiles with love and strength.

In return for each smile she would take a sorrow, a stress or a worry away.

Away they went into oblivion and in their stead another smile was born. Her bag was always full.

Too many sorrows..... maybe.

She was beautiful.....

yet invisible to so many.

It was a wonder, why people ignored her. Went by her daily. Ignoring!

So busy!

So full of themselves.

She would whirl past each and everyone with her beautiful robes yet....nothing.

Her robes were a beautiful red colour. A red fading into orange and then yellow.

She was beautiful and.....

believed in spreading that beauty. Yet .......

no one seemed interested.

It was rare that a lone soul or a child would notice her crimson beauty. They would look at her amazed. Entranced by her strong magical aura.

Yet she could see more.....

She could see the beautiful colours surrounding such people.
They had vibrant auras. Alive and curious.

Pulsating rhythmically, promising and stable.

They were the reliable, trust worthy souls.

(Unlike the smouldering grey and blackened auras of the lost souls. Lost and shielded from all beauty in a self created dark reality.)

She would give them small bags full of strength, love and smiles. She knew......

She knew they would help her.

She knew they could help the others come to her.

She knew the others needed time to break out , to break out of that ugliness they had created.

She would wait.

As she had before.

Forever.

It's not like the truth to hide, it's always there. Ever present. Invisible only to those who wish to ignore it. Who wish to lie. Who wish to exceed. Who wish to transgress. Who wish to pretend.

Those who can see her are the honest ones, the humble souls. The truly blessed.

Yes, the truth is beautiful.

Yet invisible to many!








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