I will no longer be afraid of beautiful,
I won’t hide my soul from its radiant essence
attempt to box it up to fit your preference.
I’ll let beautiful run wild amongst my quintessence
and bleed out,
allowing it to trickle into every crack
and hidden place within me.
I will no longer be afraid of beautiful.
I won’t kiss mediocrity
in fear of beautiful’s language of love or
in fear of beautiful’s unknown version of love.
I’ll surrender my eyes
to her golden vision and watch…
Watch the seasoned chef season food
with wisdom and boastfulness.
Look at the blind man who can sense
what we often overlook.
Look over the damaged books
that have given hard truths to many
and freedom to some.
I’ll become one with the idea
that beautiful is more than visual moments.
It’s an experience of acceptance, growth and radiance
Photo courtesy of Flickr/Kris Krug