As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.
I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.
The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.
No need to announce the future! This now is it. This. Your deepest need and desire is satisfied by the moment's energy here in your hand.
How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.
The sky will bow down to your beauty, if you do.