And in this time, of my material poverty
I’ve come to realize an important thing
That I have no riches but my spirit
No prosperity like the kingdom of my own thoughts
The love of the universe
Trapped inside of me, so innately
Yes these must be wealth enough for me
Not friends, women, comforts, luxuries
Can compare to the range of joy
That sets its bounds of beauty upon me
In the cosmos of my heart’s secret place
I also like most all that comes
And least of all, all that goes
For change is oft too unpredictable
To draw the sunsets from my mind
Or write a golden lines that stands
As the best, of my unoriginal mind
Life is but a thought, sailing in breath
A great league of breaths that hushes
Over everything, beauty breaks the heart
In the right way, even as we
Found more joy in sorrow than
The reverse, tonight is wonderful
Tomorrow is profound, and that my dears
Is the hidden love in creativity
That the heart knows the songs
The music it must make, not me, not I, not we.
Wuji Seshat 
Oh yes, the universe speaks to its own. Wonderful!
I’d rather like to be confused and lost for a lifetime, so as to be more impressionable to the will of the universe and my own secret nature…
Beauty sought, is beauty found. No person can take that away from you. I resonate on that with you here.
Thanks, life is so lyrical, I guess we just need to write it down…
To live twice instead..
Yes, we sure do, lead double lives.