The Beloveds

I will not say you are the most beautiful of the beautiful, for all are beautiful.  Beneath whatever twigs and leaves you have covered yourself, you are the painting of a Great Master.  How are you possibly going to improve on that?

Beloveds, simply restore yourself as you already are. Enough of costumes.  Now give Us the pure light of your soul. Give Us your radiance. Give Us your love.  Give it to Us in its pure form.  No more adulterated you.  Give Us you. Give Us the original you as I made you.  There is rosiness in your cheeks.  There is love in your heart.  You are Beauty Who beholds the Beauty of the World.  Beauty is everywhere.  Your beauty is everywhere.  You are My Creation.  I create beautiful, and you are My beautiful creation.  You are no less than the song I sing.  I sing it in My heart. I sing you so that all may know the Truth of themselves.

--The Truth of Yourself by Heavens Letters