The letter I have been sending to complete strangers

Try for a moment to believe that this message is intended for you and you alone. The identity of the author is unknown. With this knowledge, the message simply reads as follows:

You are beautiful.

Additionally, know this for certain, that the sincerity of the author is indisputable.

Would this message make you smile or even shine a bit inside?

You are beautiful.

Could you accept this message as the truth of what you inherently are?

And now allow yourself to believe that this message never was. Maybe you were dreaming or have just awoken from a deep, deep sleep. Would it be possible for you to accept the truth of this message irrespective of ever having received it?

You are beautiful.

When you were old

all these bodies will be torn asunder
all this flesh will feed the earth
all this life will pass before me
all this time an infinite moment

all my days are spent in seclusion
all my dreams have passed me by
all my friends i have no friends
all this moment is a lie

the hands i move will fade away
the time of hands reverse to gray
a word unspoken is a lie untold
i thought i knew you when you were old.

If i could, were i'd love

I wish i could stop time, just for a bit
so that i might be able to look into your beautiful face,
to study its form, its curves, its splendor

i’d like to feel god in your hair
and cry, with you unaware

i have seen you in a hundred faces
and longed for contact, yet you would never understand
my need to glorify your existence,
it’s not what we do – it’s unacceptable

my benevolence can never be proven, and this
is why i cannot approach you and rejoice in your beauty

this is not my home, these are not my people.

There

Just behind the curtain, the invisible curtain,
where if I move my hand through the air, I might just catch you there
watching me from an incomprehensible distance.

Just behind the fog of this reality
there is another place calling me
I have seen it in my dreams,
and its light and its hue are heavenly blue.

Why do I suffer here? I want to know this love that
I cannot seem to wrap my fingers around.
I want to slip through the cracks and fall away into this place -
I want God to show his face!
I need to know his name so that I can justify this pain.

You are

You are the light that you would see reflecting in my eyes
if only you could awaken
to the truth of what you are.

you are the mountains, the trees, and the oceans,
and the sunset - you are all of these.

you are radiant beauty reflecting,
you are intellect supreme manifesting,
you are wisdom waiting.

you are the greatness that you will become, that is already happening,
that has already happened, that lasts forever - that has just begun.

you are a part of this thing that defines me and my reality.
you are the smile drawn across my face, in a lonely place; simply put, you are my friend.