magic

I am in the search of magic.

I’ve found it in prayer and in song,

in the rain and in a sweat. Elusive and untraceable, it evades me in the mundane. I can’t find it in a wheel of emotions. I’ve found it in a swirl, in a dance or in a breath. The veil keeps it hidden, at arms length, sometimes closer when I light a candle.

Sometimes divine when I call it by name, or harken it by senses. At times in a flash of color thru my lense or in the quickening of my heart after dipping in a river.

It may be where my heart becomes entangled, that which wakes my senses – suddenly aware of the towering mountains – seeking out the tallest trees, the name of the plants and the sparks of life surrounding me.

When I go beyond simply observing, and become involved playfully and curiously, interpreting and imagining.