Experiment

Notice the softness of your earlobe, the curve of your jaw, how your fingertips move when brushing away a fallen eyelash or bit of crumbs.

Bury your nose in the crook of your elbow and inhale slowly. Rest your head on your arm. Hold yourself as someone you love.

Through puckered lips, blow cool air on the inside of your wrist and feel the breeze you make with your mouth. Then wonder at the warmth behind the bend of your knee, in the tender folds at your belly, of the tissue-paper lines by your eyes.

All proof of life and lineage, evidence you've been here for some time now thank god. The beauty is ancestral.

Consider, then, that shame is nothing more than a short-sighted suggestion you can take or leave. And it's not even a good one, there's no ROl. Appreciation appreciates. Richness of spirit attracts.

Besides, we've seen enough to know that beauty is innate, an energy thing. We've all been struck by the radiance when the sun hits someone, anyone, with a blazing golden glow. These moments call on our deeper knowing:

We are the artful makings of love and science.