Magic

And dreams

Go hand in hand

One without the other

Is much like sand

Without water

Wishes are born

When the two meet

And so the seed

Of prosperity

Grows into

Rituals

Executing thank you’s

And I’m sorry’s

Remembering

What it is that

Calls you

Generates

Your field of expertise

When you greet

With thankfulness

In the face

Regarding grace

As much to fate

As recalling

A state by memory

So is geography

In sanctity

We please

With the holy and

Touch divinity

With bless this and that

Let us choose

To free ourselves

With this majesty

Of words so dear

And let them flow

Into a stream of reality

Showing us

That what once was small

Is the most important of all

That is being born

And conceived as

Loving


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