Monday, June 29, 2026
The young are often a turn-on, but inwardly a turnoff. My 18-year-old structure could have deceived and beguiled. Physical “youth” is the oldest trick in the book! My bright blue eyes, thick eyelashes, irresistible smirk, fair milky skin, and thick hair were bewitching, but spend 10 minutes with that “kid,” and the serpent would have struck!
The cold, dark and empty inner realm isn’t initially apparent in encounters with youth. Inner Truth is dim but the alluring outside is ready to strike. Don’t fall for that poisonous allure.
When (or if) Real Youth returns, and your body hasn’t given out, True Love has arisen! Hallelujah! You’ll dance and jump and laugh, just like when you were six – just because. Giddy, you’d whirl around like a girl in a dress – not for exercise or show, but because you enjoy feeling the wind on your bum. Real Youth and True Love are a private affair.
When Real Youth blossoms, joy becomes constant, play is a priority, and worry withers like a distant memory. Real Youth outshines form. With enlivened eyes, energy springs forth like a mighty rocket and creativity bursts like a firework. This time – without a single ounce of shame.
I doubt that Real Youth returns to everyone as people view life as a steady decline, not retrograde. Look into the eyes of a dog, and you’ll see Real Youth looking back. Look deeply into the eyes of a teenager, and you’ll see “trouble.”
Real Youth is fructuous, content, playful, energetic, curious, and free – no matter how “old” the form is. On the rare occasion that a young person has Real Youth – WOW.
I, however, am a bit of a late bloomer. If Real Youth returned, you wouldn’t wonder what in the world I’m referring to. If you’re happy AND you know it, twirl.
Your True Love has you going home.