Mystical traveler, is contained in the vastness of the oceans!  The crystal colors of the rainbow hold the brilliance of your existence.  No shadow can hide thee, nor any blemish reduce your appearance for in this existence you bask in the light of the vastness of a full moon.

The beauty I see in you cannot be wrapped in the language of words.  Rather, our eyes can see the heart, can surpass any barbwire we’ve placed around our being.  The beauty that shines through is experienced.  It’s felt in my very being.  You may want to hide, but I see you.  I see the vibrational hues emanating from your presence - colors painted in pain upon your soul and the dancing flickers of joy inside your smile.  All is revealed, Goddess that you are.  Your lyrical body moves in tune with life’s surprises...wisely and consciously though at times only the primal cry of a she dog can quiet the storm that lurks inside.  But, even then, I see the beauty in you.

I’m aware of one thing.  That one thing that stirs us awake.  Some  call it energy medicine.  Others call it attunement.  Yet, others call it timing.  I call it love’s connection - that inside of us that is profoundly met and seen by that other.  There exists at that moment a link, an “aha,” a sweet breath of knowing.

Ah, yes, the beauty I see in you, dear one, is so immense, so powerful, choir of angels can be heard in the heavens singing your praise, your wonder!  This beauty is in the power of your convictions.  It’s the power with which you hold yourself present.  It’s the power of holding for another or the power of speaking your truth. But more than that, is observing the exquisiteness in which you bring yourself forward, be it as the calm of the day or the storm that rages at night.  The roar of a lioness standing poised and strong, sure footed and steady.

And, dear one, the beauty I see in you is that of a sage, the wisdom of the ages brought to unfold in the present.  A smart one may have the knowledge, but, oh, behold the wise one who “knows,” whose intuitive radar is bold and free; whose life’s chess moves are made in concert with the span and breath of the pause, the reflection. 

Oh, mystic one, the beauty I see in you harkens of sweet blossoms earthen by the gods of Pachamama.  I see in you the ethereal and the concrete; the beyond and the present; the fragrance of a rose that may have weathered just so, strong and poignant.  The beauty I see in you is in the profoundness of the universe...effortless, precious, glorious, and holy!