I Can't Keep Up (With All This Beauty)

I give up. I cannot keep up with it: this beauty raining down on me, beauty raining down all over me— I can’t keep up with all this beauty, so I sit down and let it rain

when you are there, you know you are there and beauty comes as your host— you play the part of guest; beauty comes to you as host. you pale before beauty as a guest—

but the perfection of beauty is that you let go and let perfection flow over you, just say, “Thank you.”