Indigo and halos. The tail wags before the touch. And I can touch anything. Anything at all. At all the gatherings, of the well-to-do. Wouldn’t it do if you were to love me, too? You’re out of my reach. And yet I’ve got you right here! You might not know it, but your soul glows it! It gets a little buzz and you show it. Your mind is much more than you imagined it to be. You’re doing things all the time, for people such as me. Every time you wish a little wish, and you feel a little burst, my heart feels it, too, and it sings a sacred verse. You lift another’s curse. Effortlessly. It’s simply your love. Carrying you through the day. We’re all connected. It’s what you suspected. Those little knowings in you. Because it’s all in you. Every atom. And that’s okay. All that’s out there, covering vast miles of space, and everything that fills it, it’s all in your inner space. It’s made of the same thing. Light and particles. Energy. Everything out there is within. And you’re so busy. You work so incredibly hard. I wish there were always someone with you to take the load off. To let you smile. To make you laugh. You’re never alone. No matter your path. You are heaven sent. You are poetry in motion. Through the static and the commotion. It comes so quickly, my love for you. You appear, and I know what it is to do. Where there is pain I’ll suffer through with you. Gladly, even with glee. You wear the crown. You’re simplicity. You’re profound. Have I told you today that I love you? It’s all inside you. That thing that guides you. You’ll never fit everyone’s definition of happiness, however crude or enlightened it might be. So relax, take the pressure off, you’re as beautiful as can be. You love your shine, you love your flaws. They’re not flaws at all, when seen by loving eyes. I’ll have you anytime. Your God’s work made sublime. No matter how your body changes, no matter how you grow, you’re loved so joyously! You’re the shade beneath the tree. Running a hand over lush grass, you’re that favorite place to be. There’s no reason to be tortured of mind. Why put your power there? In other people’s words, inside some other’s flawed ideas? The litmus test is simple. Do they come from a place of love? That up-lift. Or a place where you feel low and in the abyss? If it’s the latter, that energy isn’t yours, it’s theirs. You’re not the first nor the last to be entrapped inside their snares. So, let it go, and wish them well, in your mind. You’ve got better places to go. Inside you is a richness and a light. As above, so below. You can laugh off your shortcomings, at least how you perceive them. Because they’re beautiful to anyone who’s really looking, with a heart full of love. They’re beautiful to him. They’re beautiful to her. Your shortcomings are long goings! There’s nothing to be so serious over. You’re loved all the time! Your laughter like the pitter patter of rain outside the window after the thunder has rolled in. That comfort that washes over when the air smells of dew. You are so truly everything that is beautiful. To these eyes you are always new. Some are trapped in their lower thoughts. And by finding your buttons they wish you to stay down there, in that energy they share. But they want to get out, too. It’s not a pleasant place of view. You can reach them with a laugh. An unexpected response. One that shows a bit of love when they were sure you’d meet them in the swamp. And in turn you untie a knot, you loosen a bond. Everyone is stuck. Somewhere. All that goes on outside, it goes on in you. But you choose to lean to the light. And it helps another get through. On some other day when the roles are reversed, a simple aside as such might save you. From the depths of your own sadness. From the bonds in your mind, those things that rattle. You can let it all go, and hop on the saddle! Because it’s all too short to let the shallow prattle. You’re off toward that golden sun, that lemon one. You are one with that. You’re the most beautiful woman who has ever been. It’s simple and it’s true. It’s it, and that’s that! You’re all the colors of the rainbow, all that’s in the spectrum, but you fuse them into love, to serve your own expectations. You have not a thing to prove. I’ll love you until the die I die, but even then it will always move. Because love is energy. And we’re the containers. It will continue to pour. There’s always more. It never runs out. That’s the kind of woman you are. It’s what you’re all about. If you only knew just how greatly you are loved! You’d smile every day. You’d never stop smiling at all! Through the coldness and the tears, those things not lasting –  nor are they real. Your beautiful eyes are dry. And – oh! – that light that shines from within them! That surprise! That light of yours! It’s saved my life. And that’s the stuff that is real. You’re indigo and halos. You are light and grace. Every time you rise above someone’s dark to own your space. You are made to be up. You up-lift. You uplift me. You are made to be free. Of anyone’s limiting words, even these ones as the case may be. You’re bigger than it all. And you shine so bright. I love you more than life. And all life is inside of you. ❤️