Everyone looks at the beauty of the bloom. The visual, olfactory sensual being. They look at the makeup, the constitution, the appearance – all that makes for a sensory experience. I see that too. And then some.
I look for the layers beneath. At the thorns hidden in the stalks. At the darker side. At the deeper side. I look beyond the physical. I look at the metaphysical.
Tell me, do you not see beauty in that? In the thorns, in the walls, in the defenses that souls build to keep themselves safe from predators. They bloom not just because they get nourished right or they get the perfect environment in which to thrive, but also because they have a survival mechanism. Try and pluck this bloom and it will break, but not without hurting you back.
That is where the real beauty lies for me. Not in plain sight, but for what’s in the shadows.
Fluid Reflections 