The Way Back

I thought I saw you out there crying
I thought I heard you call my name

It's always there. In our beautiful and mysterious hearts and minds, there is a protective aura, one that is gifted by God.

We need it. It's a force-field, woven in the the naiveté and belief that humanity is good, kind, and noble.

With it, many of us can pass through the time-streams of our lives in contentment and hope, blissfully ignorant to the things in the world that can hurt us.

Things that lurk in the deep water. From pain that hides in the shadows of the everyday world. It averts our eyes from things we shouldn't see. From visions that we are not ready to accept. It muffles words and truths that could harm us, that could reach us, if we get too close.

There are times when we see things that we shouldn't. Times of despair, loss, failure, betrayal. Of mortality. Hopelessness. The very same place that our God-magic tried so hard to hide from us.

And we become so, so lost.

Lost in a place where the light is too bright and the dark is an inky well of black. A place where hearts are broken. In an upside-down, opposite-day world that smothers the self-goodness of our souls. And those who have the most tender souls, the kindest hearts - they are the most vulnerable.

Through the darkness and confusion, we try, blindly, to retrace our path; stumbling on our own sadness, pain, self-doubt, and regret.

We're out there. Crying. Calling. Trying to find our way back.

Back to how our souls used to feel. We long for our lost connections. Familiarity. We want to dream again. Feel the honesty of tender kisses. To float.

We want to hold a warm, never-let-go hand that connects us to the greater elements of the universe. The simplest and most profound of all God-connections.



Will someone show us the way back?

No, but I think I've found the path.

It's a yellow-bricked road of kindness, sweetness, acceptance and truth. When those things find their way back into your soul, you become a bright light in that inky darkness.

You don't need to cry.

Because even though you don't know it, you're shining, calling. Not crying anymore.

And the universe is watching and listening.

And it's there to bring you home.

Inside a Beautiful Mind

Perhaps God - or his angels - plant the seeds of sweetness, goodness and love deep in our consciousness. Or perhaps they are inherent but distant parts of our souls.

Whatever their origin, these embryonic elements of ourselves must be carefully tended and grown.

Perhaps those who show us early love and tenderness play an important role. Or maybe we're on our own. That we must pilot our own path of destiny. We'll never know.

But what grows from those initial aspects of our beings fill the spaces that make us who we are.

In the very special few, it can become a place filled with serenity, patience, oneness and desire. An inner beauty illuminated by something that is hard to express. A light that is difficult to define.

It's inside those beautiful minds where charisma can be born.

We intuitively know when someone has this special kind of goodness inside. It's an unconscious, epigenetic recognition. We look twice. Listen better. Wonder.

We just know it.

It has nothing to do with being beautiful. It is not speech-making stuff. It's a different kind of hypnotism.

It's an undefinable knowing that we all share. We're all drawn to charisma by a powerful longing for our own goodness.

To be near it, somehow, is to also be special. That to be close to this kind of vortex is, by itself, inexplicably fulfilling.

So what is it? It is certainly part soul. But it's also about our ability to live happily inside our minds. A place where we have learned to feel and express love, in our own way, effortlessly.

Within the walls of those beautiful minds - they have discovered who they are. At least to the current way-point of their destiny. Their smiles are genuine. Their eyes sparkle with what lies behind them. They radiate something that is mysteriously compelling.

For others, a space that should have been seeded with goodness, happiness and sweetness - is sadly fallow. Too often, it can only be filled by something else - from the outside. Someone else's thoughts, opinions, and ideas. Physical, material things. Bitterness. Regret. Resentment. A sadness that a person cannot love themselves. That they cannot live happily in their own minds.

But, for those that have this special gift; this charisma; those that shine the most brightly, they may not even know it.

But they do know love.

On the inside.

And we long to be near it.