The Magic Of Life

THE MAGIC OF LIFE

The wind in the willows,
blows the cobwebs
as they untangle,
unfurling their old pattern,
for once freed,
they settle lightly in the glistening sun,
awaiting the dew drops to sparkle and sing,
transforming into my mornings glory,
leaving me wordless,
as I am free to live fully,
and weave new patterns far truer,
in harmony with my loving nature.

The strength of silence,
the power of truth,
were unable to touch the face of the suns light,
as life corrals the reasons behind fences,
beyond the open fields,
the horizon invites new seasons as the climate changed,
for the show is over,
and there are no more re-runs in truth,
for this was a once in a lifetime story,
that will never be repeated,
again.

The Grand Canyon,
Mount Everest,
were the greatest art works,
for one cannot draw a painted desert,
nor climb impossible mountains,
for the weather becomes icy cold,
and there is no world summit in silent retreats,
shrouded in misty valleys where the sun remains hidden,
yet I find myself in sunshine for having ventured to the edge,
allowing myself to be visible in darkness,
under all conditions,
as a sunbeam reaches my accepting face,
a new life is dawning,
and I cannot look back at endless endings in a maze
with no dignified exits,
only blind alleys,
yet I find it is not to find my way out,
but to adventure within the mirror of truth,
transforming the love in every moment,
as the writer of my renewable future,
for it feels truly good,
as I am good,
and the world is changing before my eyes,
as the veil lifts to the vista of infinite possibilities,
that show me there are many ways to transcend
false ceilings.

I know the magic of life,
I tasted the spice of difference,
I danced to different rhythms,
I listen to the kindest voice,
I live in a changing mosaic,
That arranges the beauty so that I can see,
The perfection in every story,
as the freedom I see was always my
reflection.

Without doubt only love is real,
and when we feel for others as ourselves,
we find the sweetest fragrance opens
the freshness of inner peace,
as a flowering rose of petals,
open portals transforming the softest kiss,
to awaken the sleeping beauty all around me,
that can never be a silent spring,
for I am always home,
where my heart is,
and I am resting in truth,
to dream a new future.