This is you

You, dear one, are not who they think you are.
Your nail color, hair color, favorite color
Cannot define your infinite beauty.
You are not your mother
Or the average of the five people you spend the most time with.
You are not your work or your workout.
The immensity of your spirit cannot be contained within walls.
You are not your inner child, your psychosis, or your superego.
To those voices that clamor for your attention I say,
“Rest now, weary friends. Your jobs here are done.”
You are not destined for greatness, my dear,
You are greatness itself.
You are not searching, falling, or lucky in love
But rather the purest expression of love this world has ever seen.

You, dear one, are not what they think you are,
No, your soul is ever so much more.
You are a limitless being borne of light.
You are stardust and springwater,
Heaven and earth.
Plant your roots deep into the crystal core of our planet.
Stretch your arms wide and embrace the fullness of your being.

You, my love, are here for a reason,
And that reason is simply to share your “you”ness with this world.
We need your courage.
Your time is now.
Light up, and take us with you.

©Anjale Perrault 2017