Beauty Is Not Your Refuge ~ Life lessons on the subway
Sitting across from me on the blue subway bench this morning was an older woman maybe sixty. She was radiant, and yet ordinary, concealed in the mundane, aged by life, and transcendent. She must have been exquisite in her youth, half life leaving its trace behind.
The train pulled into the station and she gathered herself up. Gazing toward the ground, she exited behind her husband and folded back into the ocean of humans going from one place to the next.
Left behind, I followed the moment inward and touched an unfolding feeling, my own longing for an indelible place in this world, some objective value.
Death on my right, a generous teacher, whispered its inevitable truths, "You are nothing. Rejoice."
Sit on the shore and watch the waves come in over and over. Let the sound of eternity be your only home.
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