When I was little
I used to think life was magic
I saw beauty and perfection
Even in the tragic.
One day I woke up
from working so hard
and remembered
how beautiful a blade of grass looked pressed between my fingers
Milk and honey
Rose oil baths
And the beauty of thunder
When it lingers.
.
And I remembered that these things...
The coincidences
The ideal timings
Had happened all along
But I was so far gone
So lost in stress
And mess
And cycles
That I forgot to look at the Magic that’s inside us
It’s been here all along
Natural and Free
Infinite and strong
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