Beauty that cannot be seen. That cannot be touched by the mind, cannot be described, cannot be known. Yet, it is more relevant to one's life than any activity of the mind. Any thought, any imagination, any experience, any knowledge. Beauty of truth.
And you have all the right and maybe even the duty to question if it is real. But here is the pointing. If you question whether that beauty is real, the question is not true. It's not leading to the truth which it claims to seek. Rather, it is looking for an answer, yes or no, maybe even experience, something like that. Basically satisfy the hunger to know.
Whereas a much more relevant question, much more important, whether your question is real. Do you truly question? And when you come to question something which is beyond the limitation of the mind, the only true question is the question that unfolds from not knowing. It's not a verbal question. It's not a question with an aim, with an end.
The capacity to present a question within yourself that has no desire for an answer, yet, looking through that question, reveal the beauty in that question, a beauty of aimless openness.
The thing about this beauty is that there is no way back from it. It's as if you were drinking muddy water all your life, dirty water, and at some point you came upon clean water, you would never wish to go back to muddy water.
Beauty that cannot be seen. Question truly, without aim, with total openness, and see what is real and what is imagined.
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