New & Old

When something is new and strikes the eyes as beautiful

Its differences, its elements as yet unseen make it so

These exquisite places found on long journeys

Are filled with details noticeable only to one who has not yet visited them

This body newly introduced strikes the eyes as beautiful

In its difference, its exotic voice as yet unheard

These people found on long journeys

Are filled with details noticeable only to one who has not yet known them

When someone is at home and fails to notice beauty

Its similarities, its elements seen many times over make this so

A place of comfort and rest

Filled with details that we no longer look for

When with you my eyes now fail to notice beauty

You are unchanging, a voice familiar to my ears

A person of comfort and rest

Filled with details that I no longer look for

Which is more beautiful…That which we know or that which we have yet to know? We look for someone with whom to find stability, a lasting bond of some sort. Yet the intrigue of something foreign draws us into a cycle of newness. I am proposing that everything was once new and will become old, passing through the stage of obsession with detail to a more comfortable place of warmness. So that forest you look at strikes you as beautiful, more beautiful than anything you have ever seen and that is just it! You have never seen it before and that is why you perceive it as beautiful. The small details you notice may be lost by one who sees this same forest for weeks or years at a time. You could say that that person does not appreciate the forest, with its interesting red berries and its twisted, moss-encrusted branches. Yet remember back to a time when you too noticed those things and find yourself slowly forgetting to look for them. They become part of a whole, a whole that you acknowledge but do not necessarily privilege. When this forest was new, it was all that you saw, it was beauty incarnate and you were the only one who felt its beauty envelope your entire being. Now the forest makes up only a tiny part of your existence…you fly past it on the roads, you walk to its edge to pick berries without looking up at the treetops, much of its former brilliance seemingly forgotten, taken for granted even. It could be argued that this home is all the more beautiful for its familiarity. Although the beauty is not acknowledged day by day, it has a more lasting sort of wholeness. While the forests of the world all seem foreign and wonderful to an outsider, those who live near and in them have an even deeper connection with the leaves and roots.

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