((puffy))) love is so much a confusing affair... what we seek we sometimes grasp only to watch it fall away again...

know your parents knew what love was in thier own way, in thier own time... you are the very proof of that...

let those tears you shed fall and fall away like the pain of yesterday, yesteryears...

let you be you and feel real, new, and alive....

cast away the tears that leave the wrinkle your gramma had about the face and she knew the tears...

you are you and now in this moment, making all that you have and receiving what is around you...

and you my dear have the inner child to see, to feel, to express from within the pain you've known on your very own road that still awaits and unrolls beneath your feet in every step you take...

it is you, the one to play love songs, who looks about in wonder, confusion, and heartache..

and it is you dear one who looks and feels the madness of the city... the dark beneath the sewer grates and the sounds of the wails of the tormented..

it is you, with eyes that do see, that cares for what is...

it is within you , small child dreaming of flowers and rainbows, within your very own set of clothing and skin that holds the key to this light you see there, behind the cloud, behind the rainbow.. the lining that is there for all to see...

it is you who is a keeper of this most sacred light...