If you could only see your beauty,
For you are greater than the sun.
Why are you withered and shriveled in this position of dust?
A basketful of bread sits on your head
But you beg for crusts from door to door.
You are more precious than both heaven and earth.
You know not your own worth.
Sell not yourself at a little price,
being so precious in the eyes of the Divine.
-Rumi
May you feel as the truth of your perfection in this moment, in this day.
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