Under the surface a hidden world…
Some people are beautiful effortlessly. Magically. Miraculously. They do not have to try. It comes simply, easily like a sunset dipping its toes in the water. They share a soft light that fills up the eyes of strangers so that all they can do is taste the mystery of the gleaming, of the glowing smile and the twinkling of the eyes. Some people are so full of beauty that it cascades out of them like they are a waterfall, tall and elegant filling the pools of others hearts with something they could only hope to hold. And yet even the faintest spray, the whisper of a sprinkling of water from this fall lingers at the corners of the mouth, teasing, until there upon the face of the beholder is a smile infected with beauty. You feel as if you could burst with the wonderment and the joy of something so close to perfection you could almost smell its bitterly sweet scent.
But how? How are some people so full? How do they glow? You know of the people I speak, the ones that are confident, comfortable in how they sit in the world. They are loose and relax into their bodies, their skin and even the weight of their eyelids seems faultless. Are people born this way? Is it a natural instinct for some to be a magnet for light, to fill with the glory of it? Or are we able to make it for ourselves? Perhaps the secret lies encrypted beneath the subtle language of the body, the boldness of the eyes and the will in our deepest self to spread the beauty that we feel. What lies on top is but the first impression, for someone to fully exude beauty they must hold a small but radiant sun between their lungs… and this sun is formed of our own will power, our will to feel the warmth.
'Winter' from my four seasons