Being right is such a stretch
It’s such a fight
I’d rather just be beautiful
And instead of a philosopher
Burning away his soul to the night
I might just as well be a poet
burning away my soul to the night.
Night, a steady flow of that
which is the underside of that
which is the daylight…. of that
which also haunts, the deep
quiet corners of my heart.
Who lurks in those quiet dungeons
Who has been tortured there
forever and more?
I feel sometimes that the ocean roar
can heal me of the chore
of living and I could then start
The most eagerly awaited part
Of being beautiful.
Story Of The Footloose 
Are you familiar with Rumi’s poetry? But be careful of the ocean. It is seductive.
I’ve read some writings by Rumi. Thank you for the warning. You might be the light house! Or you might be a sailor who survived! Consider me warned. 🙂
Beautiful.
Just so.
And, beautiful is always right in itself. Its just the viewers get it wrong.
I absolutely loved this. It hit home 🙂
Keep being beautiful. 🙂