We forget the magic.

It is a distant memory

of songs in the night

and music heard by few.

It is waiting:

Waiting for the right moment

Waiting for our awakening


Magic forgotten

is still a force.

We call it coincidence –

Circumstance –

Vibes –

But magic remains.

It casts balefires

in secret silence

and celebrates the seasons

in ancient rhythm.

Our magic is waiting

for us to remember

who we are. – Caroline A. Slee

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