Just when I think I have it, I find that I don’t. I probably never will.
Waiting for magic to happen is the worst thing you can do, because while you’re waiting, magic is springing up all around you. You have to allow yourself to see it. Ask for it.
Is this a dark time in history? Or, is there more light shining on who and what we are.
Magic is in birdsong. Listen all you can.
I find myself thinking about magic
As I drive on the streets of this little city
I find myself wondering what is real If anything
I dream in my sleep
When I wake it feels as if I’ve worked something out
Solved my own unknown mysteries
And when I wake
I talk softly to my sleeping self
Without knowing that I do
And she (that self) gives a little guidance
Points to where the magic is