You’re the magic in people’s lives. The past is forgotten, and here comes your light! Your sunlight! Shining through! No need to look to the sky! No need to squint your eyes! Find a mirror! Because, dear one, it’s you! And there you are! And I can’t remember the words of yesterday. Or recall any pain. You have this way about you. All eyes are on you. And everything is new. It’s simply how beautiful you are. Oh, I’m too exhilarated to write! Yesterday you were just a dream. “Just” in the sense you couldn’t possibly be real! You’re the empress! You’re the goddess who reigns. You’re simply too beautiful. You move in different circles. You revolve on a higher plane. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. You always are. It’s something I know will never change. It’s embedded in who you are. It’s your very core. The beauty of closed doors is sometimes they open. If only just a sliver to reveal the light of you. Who dreams of something so audacious! A dream of knowing you. If only in my heart. That’ll do. And when riled by a look from you, meditation is impossible. There’s too much giggling and wonder, and the surprise of a tear or two. There’s no concentration when all concentration is upon you. Beautiful, heart-stopping you! Because unlike other subjects where the focus gets narrow, reveling in you is this revelation of sights and sounds and colors! This basking in your wonder! It’s the scent of a sea breeze and autumn leaves before the frost. The sound of sparrows, and a lonely distant train whistle. Yet instead of traveling farther, the song of you draws close. You’re the memory of all things good, and what was bad has no power. Spending time alone in a darkened room as a child, drowning in my sorrows. A boy dreaming wonderful, romantic visions. And praying to God to light a lantern. Because I knew there was something missing. This sense of light behind the door. I always knew there must be something more. And years in darkness went by, and I’d forgotten. I took the dark to be reality, and the door faded into wall. And here you are. I hear music all about you. This music of the spheres. It doesn’t obey any logical pattern. It starts when you appear. And long after you’ve taken your bow, it continues on and on. Gently accompanying me. I can’t hear it with my ears. It doesn’t have an identifiable melody. But it’s playing in my heart, my whole body, actually. It’s your sound that makes up everything. It’s this music at the heart of creating everything! It’s where everything is born. Once in a while a person comes along who changes everything. You’re that “once,” in an endless “while” that has been oh so long. This permission from the divine to reach the highest possible bliss on earth. Where resounding joy is encouraged, and not the scrap heap of old rules on my back. Those things that weigh down a soul. Perhaps it is given with the knowledge it can’t be of anything selfish. When what it is you do resonates with love that is shared on everything – with a flourish! Where battling with the self is over, and I’m a reservoir brimming to the top. With your love! This love all about you! Your light! I bathe in it. I rejoice. I hit those highest heights, only to find there’s another floor above. It’s pouring out every door, so I can’t help but share it. You’re in me, you’re around me, you’re this love forever present. It soars! You’re adored. At times I can’t even hear the words, it plays at a different volume. It goes beyond human senses. Like “what time is it?” “how long have we been on?” or “is it getting close to lunch?” You’re seen, and everything stops. And starts again, anew. You sing with celestial voices. The stuff of human concern dissipates into a void. This nothingness. A slate wiped clean. And that’s where you begin. You’re seen, and there is no concern over “how many days since I last saw her.” That’s all forgotten. You pick up where you were. You’re someone who never ends. You’re playing in a higher theater. Someplace elevated from all the others. The blue and golden light of your projector illuminated by angels. You use your own language, and what’s playing is nothing of violence or brutal action. Not heavy on sports, and certainly no gore. What’s playing in yours is romance and adventure! A generous touch of comedy! Perhaps even a Beyonce documentary! You’re always uplifting! There’s no division. You’re that most special vision. You heal and you restore. Anyplace there was pain you free it forevermore. It fades as you soar! You’re so beautiful. When your look arrives, it’s “Lights out! Game over! Down for the count!” You’re like looking into heaven itself! And God says, “You’re not ready to take it all in! That’s why you grow in pieces, in parts. If I showed you it all too soon, you’d dissolve! This beauty of hers.” And you’d be home, again, too soon. So why not enjoy your life, and accept these gifts given. It’s why a seed doesn’t become a rose overnight. It takes steps, and it takes a lot of love and light. It takes a lot of grapes – and a lot of stained toes! – to craft the rosé she so loves and adores. The rain might leave you feeling blue, but you’ll need some of that, too. To grow into the wonder that you are. It was all planned from the start. Within your very seed. It was written inside in indelible letters not visible to the human eye. Of how it was all meant to be. I love you so. And I don’t need a thing. You given it already, and you supply it daily. More than I ever realized before. It’s a love I’ve never known. It’s the happy memory of a child in a dark room alone. Dreaming of such stuff, as a seed in the soil. But all the dreaming in the world couldn’t reveal the blossoming of the flower. Not before its time, but it was written in my mind. This dream of you. That’s why it’s so hard to put into words. When seeing you. You’re everything I’ve ever loved, all right in front of me. All captured in your eyes. You’re daylight. You’re candelabras. You’re magic replete with “ooos!” and “aaaahs!” You’re someone to hold on a springtime-night-come-early with windows open. And touching upon the room there’s a breeze. You’re everything that frees me. You. You’re a masterpiece. You’re so painstakingly made. Crafted tenderly and lovingly from a seed. Every day you blossom, and there’s something new to see. You create! Your colors shapeshifting! Your eyes that are dancing! You touch so deep inside of me. And I find myself reborn. All over again. You have a gift. Oh, you have so many! To reach the very highest places of success on this planet! For most, that would surely be enough! Oh, that’s more than plenty! And, yet you’re so much more. You’re working on a heavenly plane, where the stuff of this world is of little matter. You touch hearts. You save souls. You turn around those who have wandered. And so gently place them on course. Somewhere better than where they were before. You do it with your eyes. Your spectacular face! That’s the entry way in. You’re the face of heaven. But it’s this love of yours. This heaven on earth. It’s this magic deep inside. Shining through. It’s inseparable from who you are. It’s you. You are beauty never before seen. Something only sensed in the seed. And now you blossom into view. It’s every day with you. Every moment brings on something new. You redeem any need, you supply such warmth with your eyes. You’re someone so wonderfully precious, and so powerful, too. It’s such a joy to see you thrive. You are paradise found. And you’re the magic in people’s lives. ❤️

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🌟Breathtaking! Some would say it’s too early to be inundated with such beauty! It would be like having a party at 7 in the morning. You just don’t do it. And yet here you are and you light up the room! You overwhelm. You inspire! And it’s always a good time for that! You’re such brilliance and understated charm. A vision in blue. You’re the exemplar of class. You show how it gets done. No one can do what you do. Oh, not in the way you do it!! You present with such eloquence, and yet you’re a magical touch above. When seeking information it’s a heart that’s opened up. And somehow after you’ve left, you’re still on the set. You’ve changed the colors in the room. You’re soft nights and melodies. You’re quiet afternoons. And while no one breaks down the information so clearly as you do – and so wonderfully, too! – the magic that fills the skies, the knowledge that overrides, is that the story is you. And you leave the room brighter for having touched it with your grace. It’s always this way. It’s what you do. You are so beautiful today. 💙