The colors of bright bursts of hot handfuls of hopes dying as the cold climate cuts in
A fluttering feather of orange foliage whirls into my peripheral: Magic!
Floating high, floating low; following the whimsical winds' wishes
I discover the Magic's secret: a gossamer gliding strand from an unseen arachnid glitters in the sunlight-
I reach out and grab the leaf with a strong, slender string attached
Magic discovered is not always magic uncovered
but Magic tampered with is Magic spoiled
But, you, dear reader, can decide what my deed was.
(Is your decision subjective or objective? - I know not the answer.)
Sometimes in touching the Magic, we lose it
Sometimes in searching for it, we miss it altogether
For it is sometimes when we stop, pause, and are still for a moment that we discover the most enchanting Magic of all!
Dear reader, have you discovered such Magic?
I implore you to take a moment to breathe.
We become robots- nothing more than mechanics in a system of computers and programs
who don't think, but do
or don't do, but think
We must do both, dear reader.
But, sometimes, we must pause
and listen
This is when learning happens-
not when we empty ourselves,
but fill ourselves with our surroundings
as we pause in an a tempo rhythm of life
To be or not to be? -Is that the question?
But, do we have so much control on the actuality of who we are
or are we and we must discover who it is that we are?
But, is there room to be who we decide
or are we subjected to He who created us
and who He created us to be?
I don't know if I will ever know the answer.
Do you know, dear reader?
Will you know, dear reader?
Some things are best left undiscovered.
That is the Magic of it.
