postcards. . .

Belle, Buddha, Heart.
there are little messages all around you.
small hints to remind you that there is no way
in hell you could ever be alone, even if it feels that way...
and that you are being held by a thousand angels, all who know the
exact rhythm of your heartbeat and that you prefer lily of the valley.
it is no coincidence that she called you just then.
it is no coincidence the breeze kissed your cheek at that very moment.
it is no coincidence that you heard that song while driving today....
....and it is certainly no coincidence that this baby girl put her hand on
buddha's heart and looked straight into your eyes just as you were
needing some extra reassurance...