• Sat. Dec 2nd, 2023

Magick is….. by Crick

Oct 7, 2010 #magic, #poem

Magick is waking up and finding you swimming in a glistening drop of dew. And then stepping out onto a golden ray of sunshine.

Magick is flying on the back of a honey bee and discussing the art of aromatherapy.

Magick is learning from a butterfly the thrill of beginning a new life.

Magick is sitting on a tree limb with a large black crow and joining him as he laughs at the follies of the world.

Magick is joining a bullfrog quartet and bellowing out the blues.

Magick is swimming with a school of fish and seeing the world through a different set of eyes.

Magick is learning martial arts from a praying mantis.

Magick is looking into the soft brown gaze of a doe and feeling a knot in your throat.

Magick is walking about beneath the Full moon and feeling cloaked in love.

Magick is the earthy smell of the woods after a springtime rain

Magick is the laughter of a brook as it bubbles along just out of sight but not out of hearing.

Magick is Life as we know it and then some.

Magick is whatever we allow it to be. Once we move past the denials of the physical mind and listen to the voices from our heart and spirit, which says “you can do it” then we are ready to engage in the art of magick.


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