Inner beauty

I love to take pictures of flowers, nature scenes, old buildings, and people. As if I am afraid that if I don't do it, I can't describe it to others or remind of myself what I have seen or witnessed. But how can inner beauty be captured?

The other day I set up a meditation of sort to look into every face that I came across throughout my day and try to see some inner beauty in it. It was a fun excercise. I sat across a homeless man on Muni and thought of his life, his struggle/pain, his gentle smile though that may be a manifestation of his mental health problem, ...

Perhaps in many ways, I have been in his shoes before as well. The line between his life and those sitting around him are thinner than they realize.