You're all geniuses, and you're all beautiful. You don't need anyone to tell you who you are. You are what you are.
That's how you came here, like a star
without a name. Move across the night sky
with those anonymous lights.
And another Rumi:
Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing
There is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.