Beauty seems to be that aspect which makes infinite meditation possible. So the beauty of the flower inspires the poet to compose a beautiful verse which sets off a series of composition by those inspired by the beautiful verse and so on. The flower, the scene, the sky, the bird the river, the maiden are just forms which in a certain sense contain the possibility of this infinite meditation.. anything derived from them possesses this character too.
But in what exactly does this quality lie? At times it’s the entire scene, at times it’s a particular shade of sky’s pink or a particular bent of a plant’s stem… perhaps it depends on who is looking for it… In that respect too what the form holds within itself is a web of possibilities and appeals.
So maybe there is a difference between possessing beauty, which is a characteristic of all forms and being beautiful which is an appeal to particular mind(s)…
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