She's wheat-skinned and coarse-haired; In a fair and lovely world. This woman embodied Perfection; without ever journeying on a quest to seek it.
All the other girls understood themselves, Each and every bit of them. She simply Forgot; to look in the mirror, to be aware of her singular quirks, to be daunted by the schools of swordfish.
In the tribes of North Africa, communities banged drums and danced to please the Gods. "Allah, Allah!" they'd temporarily yell to foot-stampers who seemed to invoke the spirits, Those who took breaths of transparent inspiration and truly, And truly, lived in that jiffy.
The entirety of her life was an Allah moment, For she never ceased to be lit from below, and lit; From within. Her monochromatic soul shined a spectrum, And she was perfect, because she didn't need to be.
bits taken from Elizabeth Gilbert's TED talk: "Your Elusive Creative Genius"