But I never said these words. Self-power practitioners may be inclined to see beauty as selfish sense gratification and samsaric enticement to desire which distracts the mind and binds one in ignorance. Other-Power practitioners may decline to see the imperfection and endemic ugliness of bombu life as anything more than stark contrast to the Beauty of Buddhahood, rendering the latter a dismally distant prospect and one not calling for our most immediate gratitude. Beauty s transparency asserts that the transcendent reality of the Land of Enlightenment is breaking through here and now, everywhere and everywhen. Reflective aesthetics on the Amida Buddha s behalf simply prepares chronically closed eyelids for such a perfectly surgical cutting edge in its good taste globally biting.
Space is limitless embrace when timelessness is most timely.
The mind is arrested and raised above desire and loathing. Philosophers, artists, sages etc. It turns on the communicability of Compassion by Beauty borne in Mind. Its creative genius is a gift whose very openness calculation cannot fathom. Wonder lends itself then, as the carrier of such universal spiritual significance, to mean so much to so many, myself included.