An Inspired Poem: The Moment We Meet Beauty

It arrives unannounced,
not always grand,
sometimes in the hush between heartbeats,
in the shadow of a leaf curling into dusk.

Beauty is not a thing,
but a recognition —
a moment when the world
remembers how to breathe.

It’s the glint of light
catching the edge of an old window,
the way a stranger laughs
as if joy had just been invented.

Beauty isn’t loud.
It doesn’t beg for attention.
It invites us inward —
to witness,
to soften,
to remember that we belong
to something more
than our to-do lists and timelines.

It lives in imperfection,
in the undone,
the cracked and weathered edges
that hold more story than polish ever could.

Beauty touches,
but never holds us.
It disappears when chased,
yet stays when we surrender.

To experience beauty
is to be pierced gently
by the present moment —
to be undone
and remade
in the gaze of the world
seeing us back.