It’s all about you. And you know no bounds. It’s all about you. This love that surrounds. Failing is part of success. It’s okay to take a step back. And see where you went wrong. There’s something beautiful about someone who tries. Over and over. You keep singing your song. Doors will open. It’s a matter of time. Right now you’re stuck. There seems to be no movement. But your destiny is playing out behind the scenes. You re-tailor your inner life. You refashion your dreams. Your eyes on the prize. Maybe it’s a person or a thing. But maybe they are vehicles that represent the love you’re craving. That safety of home. Home in all caps and italicized. You might explore a tinder or find yourself in a bumble. But that emptiness feels more pronounced. A hundred pretty faces, and some might offer interest. But instead of lighting up, you feel some vague disinterest. Your heart doesn’t want to be locked here. It had thought you two had made a deal. You were going to follow it, but all it led to was fear. And disillusion. And regret. You tell your heart to stay out of the way. And yet you can’t ignore the lonely feeling that has followed you to yet another day. Desire and lust and money. They have their place. But it’s like you see straight through them. They’re transparent. You see they lead to some sort of disgrace. When what you really crave is grace. You can make the same foolish decisions all over again. Throw money here. Try to buy a little love. Improve the wardrobe, maybe dye your hair and lighten your teeth. Look at you all shining! And still you feel that grief. You kicked your heart off the bus. You two had two tickets for the trip. And now you carry one. But you keep thinking of your heart, left back on the side of the road. Carrying a knapsack, left wandering in the cold. And you order the bus to stop. You get off and walk the mile back and rejoin and apologize. And that heart is forgiving. It’s what hearts do. You two are back together. You two will muddle through. Because you’ve taken that solo bus trip before. Where all the signs are lit in bright neon. But there are slums and despair in the outskirts that are hidden. Until they come into view. You’ve taken this trip before. So you know what to do. You rejoin your heart. You ask, “What will we do?” Your heart says not a word. That’s something only minds do. So instead you simply follow. Even though it seems to lead in no direction. You’re not asking for the world. You’d settle for a sign. You’ve walked this path for ages. When simply a look would do. But something comes over you. You are slowly feeling that grace again. You made the hard choices. You resisted that temptation. You can be kind. You don’t owe the world the world. You can expect love without expectation. Because you have a beauty in you, too. It’s not all about a person. Or a thing. Or a diamond ring. Or hustling to create a future. There’s a diamond that’s your heart. That tells you what to do. You’re here now. Whispers are louder than yells. You’re rolling lucky sevens. Things will come to you when you’re not looking. When you and your heart are one. It might close some out, while making way for some others. But these things happen naturally when you allow your heart to run. Maybe your heart knows something you don’t, of course. It’s that part of you connected to a divine source. And maybe the special face on which you pin your hopes, or the castle or the car or all those things that float. Maybe in a way they’re all illusion, too. Doesn’t everything eventually fade away and disappear into the blue? So, what’s it all about? I don’t know. Except maybe you go inside, when all outside won’t do. When you cry “Uncle!” when the arm twisted behind your back becomes too painful. And your arm is mercifully let free, when you’ve seen all that you can handle. But it’s a loving force you find when inside. Something that doesn’t bend or break or get old or deride. You can play the game. Or you can say I’ve played this game before. It’s what you do between the sessions. Between the rounds. When the cards are reshuffling. Where you put your energies. Toward those neon lights? Or toward more heartfelt confessions. You’ve got so much love inside you. I know it’s so hard. All you wish is to place it where you want, when anywhere will do. All these dreams in front of you, like images on a screen. They come and go, they disappear, then reappear serene. But perhaps spend a little less time looking and, instead, feel your chair. The curve of the arm rest. The contours … What’s that screen made of up there, anyway? Everything’s moving there, but you’re not going anywhere. You’re set. You’re secure. In a golden chair. The real show is you. All that love! It’s all coming from you. You’re pretty darn powerful, after all. You stand up straight. You breathe in deep. Oh, and don’t forget to exhale! There’s nothing about you small. But you find your power there. When you keep yourself as small as can be, no need for exalting yourself, you can be the love that others need. For whomever’s on that screen. Like Michael Landon in Highway to Heaven. You got quite a head of hair, in this case, anyway! You effortlessly wink, looking up, and take your next direction. What’s the next assignment, Boss? Where will my love be needed today. And all that pain you’ve been carrying, it begins to go away. There will always be that special one you love. That one who has your heart. It’s something you so deeply treasure. When has anybody ever made you feel this way? But you don’t have to fill the holes left with neon and despair. As a tribute to her, you walk taller and kinder. You breathe your love into the air. You’ve found that deep inside, beyond all that pain and despondency, is a loving hand, saying *I was just waiting for you to find me here.* And gates open. And lights light up! You’ve got your power! You’ve got so much! And to think you once kicked your heart off the bus! But they’re all here to lovingly show you. Something your soul wanted to know. And now you’re all one! On the same side! And there’s nothing that can’t be done! Or undone! After all that rain, today here comes the sun. ❤️