The mind sees a lost flame, a remembered story, and a painful memory. The lost flame is visible, but resides in the middle of the darkness, and therefore, is unreachable. The remembered story strikes a chord in a heart and the heart feels the music flow, and then sends the sound through the whole body. The painful memory is an unwanted tattoo. Its intent was to bring beauty, but ended up being a hideous scar. Traveling through the thoughts in my mind, I feel all of this. I go back and forth between the beauty and, what I think is, the ugly. Now, as I study further, none of the memories and lost flames are ugly. They created beauty, which takes away the revolting feelings I had toward them. It all was beautiful; is beautiful. Notice, the loved story is in the mix of the lost flame and painful memory. At the base of your memories and thoughts, the good of everything remains. You can look at yourself and realize how you benefited from those experiences.

Beauty can come from pain.