Earlier I was thinking about existence, and how small words are to describe such beauty. How can I describe autumn air with that fresh, almost wintry scent? How can I convey the magic and majesty of a stand of poplars or quaking aspen as they follow their seasons from buds to the deep, orange gold they now wear? This brings to mind so much about the spiritual nature of things. The inherent beauty of all creation is the reflection of soul. Whether human, tree, animal, or the earth, all reflect the beauty within.
So what words can describe this? From seed to sapling, from photosynthesis to rigid cell walls, what language can be used for the complexity, the prolific beauty? Vocabulary seems like a small token compared to what is all around, like an ant taking a part of a leaf instead of the whole tree. Existence is beautiful. I wish all could see it that way.
