I cannot give even a single word for beauty.
But if you insist, I would call it 'undescribable'. And my reasons for calling so is not without reason.
No person is so unfortunate that he has not experienced beauty. But if someone asks, what is beauty? How will you define it? What definition can you give? You will be dumbfounded.
There can be no definition of beauty, there can be no definition of love.
Beauty and love are too high you might think. Come down to smaller things. Have you tasted something? And if someone asks what is taste? You have known sweetness but if someone asks you to define sweetness you will be at a loss.
Not even small things like sweetness can be defined. Even here one goes completely silent, becomes quiet. And if someone asks who has never known sweetness then the difficulty will be even more. Not even sweetness can be defined.
A very great thinker of the West, G. E. Moore wrote an amazing book on the definition of what is good. After some two hundred and fifty pages of continuous effort on what is good, Moore reached the conclusion that 'good' cannot be defined. And the examples that Moore gives: like, how will you define the color yellow? The color yellow -- such a small thing -- scattered all around us.
Marigolds are in bloom, yellow oleanders are blooming, golden yellow is showering from the sun. Everyone experiences yellow. If someone asks what is yellow, you will only be able to say, "Yellow is yellow."
What is sweetness? Sweetness is sweetness. And what is love? Love is love. All these small experiences are indescribable.
No matter what picture you make it will be false, it will be too small. Any doctrine created concerning it will seem trifling.
Drink water and you will know if it is sweet or bitter, cool or not. If you drink you will know. Those who know will indicate fresh waters for you. They won't say a single word about the taste of water. They say, "There is a pool. I drank there. You come too, I will take you. Come, hold my hand."
Have you loved someone? And did anyone give you a picture of your beloved? And did you feel the difference?
What you are, is not here in your picture! Your image is cast in colors here, you could not be cast. The fire of your breathing, the fragrance of your body could not be cast. The tenderness in you, it is not found in my manuscript. It is not here in your picture! In this lifeless beauty, where is the grace of your movement?
It is a denial of grace not the promise of it. Where is the softness of your defiant locks? It is not here in your picture! There is nothing in the world like you.
In ordinary love too you must have experienced that a picture of your beloved cannot be put on paper. No matter how much color you put, her color will not come. No matter how much it radiates, her radiance will not come. Something will be left out. What is living will be left behind. What is real is left behind, just the surface is found in the picture. The soul is left behind, the body is caught.
The picture of a flower can be made but how will you make a picture of fragrance? A flower has both body and soul. In fragrance only soul remains, the body is gone.
A picture of a veena can be made, but the stroking of veena string, the music arising... how will you make a picture of this music? Has anyone ever made a picture of music? It can be experienced. It can be enjoyed. It can be tasted.
So don't get involved in the defining of beauty.
Come, let us share this moonlight, be cloaked in it, wear it -- come! Don't talk about moonlight. In talk it will be lost somewhere. It will get hung up somewhere in talk.
Bathe in moonlight, drown, be carried across. Come, let us share this moonlight! Cool cool moonlight. Wound-balm moonlight.
Throw the definition of beauty, the proof of beauty, the words about beauty. Beauty cannot be thought about. Come, be without thoughts. Live beauty. Experience beauty.
Here I am not defining beauty.
2007-09-29 04:07:10
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