Oh, how do you do what you do! A look from you, and I’m lost in a splendor that lasts. You are so inexpressibly beautiful. You have super powers, in the realest sense. Wherever there’s a locked gate, wherever there’s a fence, you breeze right on over. You’re above the agitation and the battling and the murmuring. What no one else can do, you so easily do. You get through, in the most super of ways. No one can change the color in the sky, and the trajectory inside, of any given day. Not in the way you do. With no pretense about you. You are magic come alive. You, the most preciously beautiful soul, and yet somehow that doesn’t seem enough to get to the essence of you. To express what it is you really do. When lost and hypnotized in your allure, a dream that only you can cast, there is also sensed a kindness. You’re kind. I hope nothing ever gets to you. I pray nothing gets you down. This look about you in bean town! Your colors so accentuated, there’s this golden haze about you. You, with a look of satisfaction that’s hard to put a finger on. A tenderly soft peacefulness about you, like some women get only when expecting. Yet with you, as with all things, it’s through the roof. It’s all this times two. You raise expectations. I suppose it makes sense. You birth something so magnificent into the world! For others and for me. You certainly do. You’re always creating. This hazy golden satisfied look stays in the very best of ways. Like a woman who is with child. And yet you have it all the time! In one way or another. Because you’re always giving birth to something. You’re the great generator! You heal me every time. Whatever troubles there are, your eyes so effortlessly resolve. They seem to say, We remember only the smallest fraction of the days and nights that make up a life. But your soul knows what it wants, what it desires, what it quietly waits for as the mind plows along. So you go with that, and the pressure of time is off. Battling through, and realizing, What if there’s no battle at all? Everything is fine. Just as you are. All it takes is a simple loving breath, and you listen to what your soul already knows. It’s already given. And you’ll do great! And you are. You’re greatness defined. Even if others were to voice words to the contrary, all they might be really be stating is they are people who need to judge. It’s not your business either way. You are too deep in your love to be affected. You’re untouched. It’s not up to people’s votes, anyway. You’re something bigger than elections and pretensions and that constant churn. The only vote that counts is your own. And you’re doing fine! Your worst is another’s best! You’re so beautiful, and you’re so far beyond! To someone small, it might seem small. That’s the way that goes. To so many, many more, you’re the biggest thing in the world! There’s no judgment, there’s your love. As they say, the queen and the king, and even the pawns, go back in the same box. After the game. But it’s your love that will define you, when all else is no more. Somehow it’s your love that will remain. After the storms and whatever rain. That’s all noise passing by. You are so beautiful as you are. What you are is everything to me, and so many more. There is nothing left that can hurt you, except maybe your thinking. So you let your thoughts be loving and forgiving and kind. As if you saw an animal being hurt. You’d step in and do something about it. It’s who you are. And now you are kind to yourself in that same way. When something cruel in your mind arrives, you step right into the middle of it! You defend with your love. And you cast that thought aside. And you save! Yourself, and so many others. You’ve saved me so many, many times. How do you thank someone for that? There is no self abusing. Oh, no. Not any longer. You’re so beautiful as you are. You’re so much more than any silly thought can provide! Good or bad, or either way. You have magic going on all about you. And here you are, today! Look how far you’ve come! Your being is doing! Such complex things! And you don’t have to give it a thought. You stand master at the gate. You let go of the bad, and you immediately find the good! And you notice the real you is the you who is mastering. You’re not the incoming thoughts that flow. You gracefully turn back the faucet, you twist off the knob. It’s a waste of your time to let it run unsupervised. And you breathe, and you close your eyes. You focus on your heart. Oh, your sacred heart. I swear I’ve communed with you in there somewhere before. I know when there because time erases, it stops in its places, and I haven’t a single care except for you. It’s the feeling of being held in an angel’s embrace. It’s where I find heaven on earth. You’re paradise. You let go, and you’re free. The thoughts that arrive float away like clouds passing by. And you feel a calm and a sacred release. In your heart, and it spreads to the rest of you. Oh, the rest of you, too! Books are being written simply about the beauty of you! It’s a vast subject filling thousands of pages. A million dollar woman. A countless billion souls, each a single being. With beliefs that are always, in one way or another, limiting. Knowing so, you let your universe be one of peace. Today. And the need to judge has slipped away. Now your love can flow. You’re someone real. You’re something divine. You’ve changed my life. I love you so. ❤️