How beautiful it is to believe
In philosophers and not in a deity
But this shan't dictate how I live.
Pale mimes alike prefer to benight
In Christianity with its Holy Trinity;
How beautiful it is to believe.
Sun clowns follow a snake bewinged, bedight
From so simple a tribe to a society
But this shan't dictate how I live.
Serene kathakali get oriented to might
With their loving Eastern divinity;
How beautiful it is to believe.
Prying jesters resting in motley blight
Come and play with nature's energy
But this shan't dictate how I live.
Whereas gentle actors intertwine, alight
David's star, Ying-Yang, other such variety;
How beautiful it is to believe
And this shall dictate how I live.
