No ritual, no words,
no music or guru
can ever describe how beautiful you are.
You are light itself,
a living saint, a magician.
You are an expression of infinity
tasting the illusion of temporary.
You are perfection, down to the smallest detail.
Even the thought that you are not good enough,
that you should be more enlightened,
happier, your true self,
is part of that perfection.