Imagine for a moment, that you are a work of art; that each and every stroke, contour, line, shape, form, colour and movement was calculated just so.
And imagine that your eyes were conjured with concise thought as portals to your inner landscape, your smile manifested from delight and delirium; your fingers and toes, thoughtfully curated with agility and precision and detail.
And imagine your nose and ears carefully placed, the hairs on your body strategically stroked by bristles on brush, and your belly and your legs and your back and chest all mindfully molded, all perfect living works of art, composed from the perspective of totality and marvelled at by the master.
Imagine that your organs and your glands and your cells and your nervous system, planned, organized, drafted and made manifest.
And your heart, your beautiful holy heart, carefully envisioned by an artist who desired to see such depth and expansion, such feeling and openness, such intricacies and detail that it took days, the sky changing from hues of violet, blue and pink to clusters of clouds that poured onto the canvas, creating all of the sacred corridors that allow for this muscle to melodically beat.
You see, you are a piece of art.
You were born perfect.
You have always been perfect, even if you’ve forgotten.
And you are a gift to this world with a gift to give this world; so make each second a colour, each minute a brush stroke, each moment a miraculous work of art to birth into this world the painting of a lifetime.