The moon is always full,
Though we may not see it as such.
The glass is always full,
Though it may be air we touch.
See yourself in the moon,
And know you are both sides.
See yourself in the glass,
Own what your reflection hides.
You are always full,
Like the moon you view.
Your palette is complete,
Every color, every hue.
Perfection is your natural state,
Imperfection is its temporal mate.
You are full, you are whole,
In your body, in your soul.
