Today, during meditation, I was introduced to the version of me that I cannot really describe in words. The only word that gets close is beautiful. I’ve never thought of myself as beautiful until now. I always accepted that looks were reserved for the ‘pretty people’, and I was a ‘thinking person’. Looks didn’t matter to me. (Not true- bad script. But today, I saw how I look when the body isn’t in the way. I saw me. Beautiful and bright. I saw my energy flowing from me. It was an awe-inspiring moment. I knew it was me. I recognized myself. Let me say this: imagine a realm where bodies are luminescent, and energy flows and ‘says things’ that words cannot describe. Imagine a place so serene that tears don’t exist. So powerful you ‘pull back’ not out of fear but from overwhelm and the weight of the power. The waves of love and energy are the nourishment there. Flow is not a temporary state there; rather, it’s perpetual and limitless. Imagine your essence so beautiful that it made my physical body feel the pain of separation from that visage. I wanted to be in that illuminated body so badly it caused me to feel distance/seperation as pain. Twenty minutes in tears, not sorrow, but overwhelming beauty and knowledge beyond comprehension. Now, sitting here typing these words, remembering seeing your my glorified ‘face’ and feeling the connection, knowing the mirror we use only shows us the body; it cannot see the depths of the real you. I may never see myself in the mirror again. I want to see ‘that’ face, that love, that power, that knowing, every day, all the time. But I’d like to introduce you to me. My name is Bo. I’m beautiful, and I just learned that.