When produced by the mind, the lower faculties, beauty is seductive and enslaving.
It creates separation rather than partaking in glory.
Glory is spontaneous eternal radiant alchemy present and evident through the union of matter and spirit, human and divine.
Beauty must be forever springing from eternity, for it to be freeing.
Forever free, ever new, and taking its order internally from Love.
Beauty in its 'purest form' arrests me:
It halts the forever circulating and de-centred self in its tracks.
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