In the golden haze of morning light, she pedals along, a vision bright.
Her wheels spin like sunflowers in bloom, an almost invisible comet through street and gloom.

Her basket holds secrets and love, gifts of kindness, love, and respite.

She leaves silent grace, a trail of hope and joy in her tire track’s embrace.

Her gifts are often sublime.

She may leave you energy to bounce through the day.

And for others, she grants a moment of peace. Sometimes, that’s more than enough.

You don’t hear much about the woman or her yellow bicycle.
That’s the way she prefers it,

It’s likely that you won’t see her approach.
She prefers anonymity when possible.

She’s not a guardian angel or a phantasm.

She is love and action in motion. Love is always in motion.

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I wanted to remind you of the lady on the yellow bicycle. It seems that only a few of us can see her. May she visit you soon and often.

Ask me if she’s real. She is to those who believe in magic that fires through our lives and hearts. Look closely, fellow travelers. Everything that matters is invisible; her basket is filled with these things.

And if you don’t see her? BE her disciple in any way you’re capable.

Love, X
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