Shine

…Yes you are small

We are all as small

As a single breath

But tied to the rest

We are all the life of the world

The pulse that turns rocks to pearls

Inside the darkness

Of their shells

So become the well

Where wishes are born

Become the bell

That rings when even

The birds refuse to sing

Become the wings that fly

And every time you’re full of sorrow

Every time you wake up crying

Know that that day

Is a perfect day

To shine.

—Andrea Gibson

Yogajournal.com