You came in to this world
with enough light to find
your way out of the dark,
enough kindness to save a soul,
enough love to shift a planet.
Don’t worry, you are enquipped
with all you could ever need.
Look with in,
you are drenched in magic.
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Opening Eyes…
To the Mystic Forefront…
Truth’s Storefront…
Indivisible Byproduct…
Mass Produced…
In Infinite Quantities…
Only derailed by doubt and fear…
Prior to self contraction…
Is the Heart’s Treasure Trove of Abundance…
Inside the Flow of Breath…
The Peaceful Delivery…
Chilling Enterprise…
Dancing with Her Presence…
Singing…
From the Mythic Plateau…
Photonic Heartbeats…
Lighting the Universe…
With every Authentic Intention…
Be Your Truth…
Begin Again…
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a chalky stew
the hungry stare
yellow is a while
the news is blurry
layers of chocolate sauce and fiberglas insulation
we ate the flowers and they were delicious
and now we are floating above the city in a bubble
once I was a hen using magic
an onion kiss from the cook
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Magic is an art,
if we will let them see what’s
behind the curtain.
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The path into the dark is golden.
I am moving forward to reach the
point. My shadow is floating behind
me like the answer of the secret which
had been stolen and we are hungry for
light and still we are going,
despite everything, despite the rules –
the rules that governed you already mooned,
despite the laws of the universe speechless,
you spurred yourself into life… Because,
besides you I am not searching anything in you.
This is when we search for
color to transform cold grey.
Rainfall begins its magic
brightening our sky blue.
We scan stacks of luminous clouds
as trees pop out green buds and
forsythia bursts sparkling yellow stalks.
Just today a breath of warmth
brought alive pink crepe myrtle branches.
Aromatic lilac bushes gather in
soft bunches while birds and bugs
encircle them. We are listening now
to the first chorus of spring time.
