The Picture of Our Beloved
Music, the word we use in our everyday language, is nothing less
than the picture of our Beloved. It is because music is the picture
of our Beloved that we love music. But the question is what is our
Beloved and where is our Beloved? Our Beloved is that which is our
source and our goal; and what we see of our Beloved before our physical
eyes is the beauty which is before us; and that part of our Beloved
not manifest to our eyes is that inner form of beauty of which our
Beloved speaks to us. If only we would listen to the voice of all
the beauty that attracted us in any form, we would find that in
every aspect it tells us that behind all manifestation is the perfect
Spirit, the spirit of wisdom.
What do we see as the principal expression of life in the beauty
visible before us? It is movement. In line, in colour, in the changes
of the seasons, in the rising and falling of the waves, in the wind,
in the storm, in all the beauty of nature there is constant movement.
It is movement which has caused day and night, and the changing
of the seasons; and this movement has given us the comprehension
of what we call time. Otherwise there would be no time, for actually
there is only eternity; and this teaches us that all we love and
admire, observe and comprehend, is the life hidden behind it and
this life is our being.
It is owing to our limitation that we cannot see the whole being
of God; but all that we love in colour, line, form or personality
belongs to the real beauty, the Beloved of all. And when we trace
what attracts us in this beauty which we see in all forms, we shall
find that it is the movement of beauty; in other words the music.
All forms of nature, for instance the flowers, are perfectly formed
and coloured; the planets and stars, the earth, all give the idea
of harmony, or music. The whole of nature is breathing; not only
the living creatures but all nature; and it is only our tendency
to compare that which seems living with what to us is not so living
which makes us forget that all things and beings are living one
perfect life. And the sign of life given by this living beauty is
music.
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