The Buddha’s teachings have plenty of references to beautiful things. The lotus rises above the mud, the thoroughbred, like a clear mountain lake etc.
The Dhamma is beautiful in the beginning, middle and, end - correct?
True beauty is a force for good, it’s wholesome. It can help to heal a weary or troubled mind. It can help in easing pain.
Beauty is not skin deep - don’t judge a book by its cover - these are wise sayings.
If you buy a car, it’s important to make sure it’s mechanically OK. It could ‘look’ shabby on the outside having seen better days.
True beauty has incredible depth to it?
A genuine perception of beauty comes from the heart. We are truly moved, transported, transformed by the beautiful?
The form-absorptions in samadhi are sometimes referred to as ‘the beautiful’.
We should become more refined, more discerning in our appreciation of the beautiful.
I think it has something to do with emotional intelligence?
I often have perceptions of the beautiful in the ordinary. It’s not glamorous, not contrived, just normal everyday life.
We can ‘perceive’ beauty in very old people, in disabled people, in beings who are struggling in difficult circumstances and, keeping some kind of beauty alive within them.
This is not a denial of physical ‘appearances’. It’s fine to appreciate a beautiful looking being. We can see what someone looks like and also see beyond the surface. We do this all the time but, there’s always more to see, the deeper we look.
I don’t see why we should be judgemental about how people choose to look but, I do see how things can get out of control. It’s a balancing act which needs a lot of careful reflection.
A peacock is a wonder of nature, a bird of paradise, a wombat, a beautiful male or female or transgender human being.
They are all beautiful in their own way. We are all beautiful in our own way.
Prose, poetry, music, craft, cooperation, living in harmony with others, peace making, forgiveness, it’s endless.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!
We don’t want to miss the forest for the
Trees are beautiful in many ways - as long as they don’t fall on you?
They provide shelter and oxygen, they store carbon and cool the planet. They reflect light from moving leaves, they ask for nothing and give so much.
It’s an interesting question: what is the meaning of beauty?
If we make our lives a beautiful expression of liberating wisdom and unconditional loving kindness we will then, have the answer - not before. Before then, it’s something to think about?
Our thinking can be manipulated by passing trends, advertisements, the influence of peers, religion etc. This is just a commentary on living.
There is ugliness in the beautiful and, there is beauty in ugliness.
Who can unknot the knot?
How do we transform, transmute ‘suffering’ into noble-suffering? How do we turn lead into gold - not fool’s gold?
Kalyana-mittas are the embodiment of true beauty, true love for suffering beings in samsaric wandering. It doesn’t matter what they look like?
We need to pick-up the Dhamma in the right way. It’s like picking up a dangerous snake - we don’t want to get bitten?
We don’t want to start an argument with the feeling-life - do we? Beauty is a perception - plain and simple. We don’t need to be arrested by it. We don’t have to be taken prisoner?
There’s contact between a sense-door and information arriving at the sense-door. This conditions feeling and feeling ‘can’ result in craving and, clinging.
This goes on until we find something better to do with our time. We wake up to the way it is and we no longer get ‘caught up’ in appearances.
Awakening is not a catatonic state. The Buddha’s equanimity is not catatonia - is it?
If Buddhists - including monastics - didn’t believe in the importance and value of beautiful things, why would they build ‘lovely’ Vihara’s, monasteries?
If monastics rejected beautiful things, why would they choose to eat lovely food if, there’s steamed vejjies, plain rice, beans, plain salad and fruit, a bit of raw tempeh - or such-like - available?
Why build cool/comfortable dwellings, why not live in the simplest of dwellings?
Why light incense, candles and, put flowers on shrines?
Why would they conduct beautiful and graceful ceremonial offerings or, make beautiful Buddha-rupas?
Think about the beautiful Buddhist stone carvings - rock excavations - in ancient India. They’re beautiful works of art that took a long time to create - generations.
Why do some monastics express concern about environmental vandalism - our dangerous developmental trajectory? Why not show ‘indifference’ to the obscene and ugly destruction? The defacement and trashing of the natural world.
Something doesn’t add-up in all of this - does it?
There were a lot of life-denying painful ascetic practices in the Buddha’s neighbourhood. He tried them and moved on!
The Dhamma is subtle, making for peace
Ultimate beauty is the -ts sure release