Beauty is my favorite sound

Do you notice

the subtle beauty around you?

The way it shines in—

humbling you,

peeking through the clouds?

Do you feel

how heat’s exhaustion

is soothed

by a gentle breeze?

Do you allow yourself

to become the wave you watch—

fluid,

riding the tide,

ever-changing?

Always—

let beauty move you.

No one can diminish

its power

or capture its effect.

It’s always there.

Even on days of frenetic pressure,

of caged isolation—

it reaches you,

wets your tongue,

asking

to be witnessed,

spoken

from your lips.

When reflected upon,

beauty builds life.

You inhale it,

make it yours—

then, like a bubble,

blow it to another.

Beauty is

my favorite sound:

like the ocean

folding into itself—

a soft surrender,

a constant return

to source.