Don’t let them tell you anything.
You are beautiful and lovely and whole. Do not let anyone convince you of anything else- you are not a broken piece of China with ragged edges or a crushed and bent stem from a half blown rose. You are the full moon, shining in all its glory, with a divine halo, watching over the world. That is who you are. You keep company with the stars, you shine, you spark the path for lost ships, the hopeless seaman. You are the light for the lone traveler and the child who sneaks into the balcony to cry at night. You are his light. You are the light for the woman who has lost everything, who sits numbly watching the world go by, alone, unkempt. You are the light for the old man who has lived long enough. You are the light where magic happens. You are the full moon.
Don’t let them tell you you are any less. You walk a road where the rough cap of the humble peasant and the lofty crown are one and the same. You look out from the eyes of the sparrow and the fox and the spider and the lion and the woodsman and the builder and the lady behind the lace curtain- one and the same. You sing with the thunder and dance with the lightning in the clouds up high. You carry the secrets of the oceans as you flow with the rivers of the world. Don’t let them tell you you are any less. You run with the gazelles and crawl with the caterpillars and fly with the nightingales and pigeons and parrots and the gulls. You sit with the wind whipping past tall cliffs and mountain tops and under lush trees and hedges. You sit with the summer breeze and the winter storm- how can you be any less?
Don’t let them tell you you are anything. Don’t. You are not the man in the mirror- for better or worse. Don’t let them tell you the tone of your skin or the number of years you’ve spent wandering the dusty streets. Don’t let them measure your time in minutes and hours and days. One awe-inspiring Sunrise can be a priceless eon. In that one moment, you might become immortal. Don’t let them make you any less in the wrinkles on your face or the tears in your eyes or the ache in your bones or the ache deep inside where no-one can reach. Don’t let them tell you what that is. Don’t let them tell you anything. You are whole and lovely and beautiful, and you are the full moon