The physical remains from Wednesday night's satsang.
Beauty and the beholder are one and the same.
Beauty holds the mirror, while the beholder gazes at itself.
Beauty mysteriously unveils its essence... its be-ingness.
The beholder recognizes itself in the reflection.
The apparently separate essences dance as one.
The beholder sighs.
Beauty sighs.
Same sigh.
♥Moni
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