MAGIC & POETRY

When I was little

I used to think life was magic

I saw beauty and perfection

Even in the tragic.

One day I woke up

from working so hard

and remembered

how beautiful a blade of grass looked pressed between my fingers

Milk and honey

Rose oil baths

And the beauty of thunder

When it lingers.

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And I remembered that these things...

The coincidences

The ideal timings

Had happened all along

But I was so far gone

So lost in stress

And mess

And cycles

That I forgot to look at the Magic that’s inside us

It’s been here all along

Natural and Free

Infinite and strong