seeking beauty

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practice your beauty, she said as we flowed to uttanasana.

the words lingered in my head as i bowed forward, arms in prayer.  the act of moving into uttanasana recalls a sense of honor, for myself and (presumably) the divine within.  i wondered what it meant, to know my beauty and practice it.  my attention began to drift as i flowed into chaturanga dandasana.

am i practicing my beauty?  would i know it if i am?  what is my beauty anyway?  have i found it?  what does it feel like?  i'm on this journey already, aren't i?  i'm trying to find it.

i stopped the mind madness for a moment to experiment with acting "as if" instead.  i gave myself permission to not have the answer.  i remained focused as i flowed, pretending my beauty, but in the end felt disconnected from it.

later, i stumbled upon this excerpt in an article by bob lingvall:

...Life is not about becoming a more loving person, but coming to know and express the love you already are. It is not a matter of becoming a more compassionate person, but living a life reflective of the fact you are compassion. Happiness doesn't just reside within you; it is you...

it occurred to me that, similar to other recent insights, it's time for a shift in perspective.

this light i'm seeking, my beauty, feels like something outside of myself, something out of reach.  it is true of my nature to trust only what i can see, hear, touch, taste, feel.  without proof of beauty within, i seek its existence externally.  owning beautiful inanimate objects - clothes, handbags, shoes, for example - supports the (false) belief they will make me more beautiful.  identifying beauty in others supports the (false) belief they have qualities that i lack.

maybe it's time to call off the fruitless, external search.  if beauty is found in all beings, i am not separate from beauty.  imagine this:  me, getting out of my own way, so that i can simply BE my unique brand of beauty, even if i can't put my finger on it... interesting.

perhaps i should sit with the question:  can freedom be found in proof of beauty or in having faith that beauty is already present?