#452 - living the miracle

 

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living the miracle

 

have you ever for a moment considered the proposition that all things are magical?

… that wouldn’t be true for just any planet …

some say the proposition spoils this, nevertheless…

 

here’s miracle in a nutshell – life

 

it’s singing to be where we are

life is worlding us – it’s a spin

and it’s a revolution

 

have you ever considered that everything touched

is a miracle too?

 

and no two worlds were ever the same

not for a moment, no

 

nor two heads think it up or over

neither was ever

no one comes to a book in the mood before

 

but here are the missing pages

unscripted, come along

into the unexplained

 

tall in the grass

up blade till sky touch

pale picture of it here

 

river muddied with steps

 

like s lip under fences away

 

no certainty to accident

but guess

the magic can’t be scripted

no one can have known

 

everyone’s in worlds at once

on screen and casting far

through whim and on the track too

flown in

no one is just where they are

but of two minds at least

 

no two spiders

wove one web

 

the magic is that there are heavens and delving

the spark of spring

 

mind’s eye

heart thumping still

sleep and gone are miracle too

 

it’s as this with moments

no two the same

each like the seed it is containing

all till now that made it

all that is yet to be …

and clearly made is the wrong word

… it’s everything happening

 

I was coming across by oars on the phosphorescent sea

mirror over, cross brightest of them

island to island on my way home

stress edge of danger, of doubt

where I’ll always be

 

and make up a story from fire

make a wheel, that’s soemthing

words tell as far as we go

 

all by nights as moonless

time spun from furthest stars

 

there’s no seeking magic

or calling it

 

a nakedness of touch and trust

breath by breath

deep home in day

 

let the sunshine delight

fresh wings tell out the storm