Magic

The stars have no presence like that which is unseen. But when the possibility presents itself they seem just a little brighter when you look up at them. You begin to notice things that may have slipped through normal perceptive skillset, because you don’t have to worry anymore about the if this should happen or when will I be lifted up. It just becomes something on par with a great magic act. You know there is a logical cause for what tricks you into amazement but you refuse to dig for it. Instead you get taken in by the complexity and skill at which its holder has cast upon your mind. There really aren’t any mysteries, just unanswered questions, and sometimes that’s ok, because to look back and understand how something beautiful came to be may strip you of the wonder that is finally facing you and spreading its petals under the light. You just breathe in deep and hold it momentarily as you watch the only life it will ever have and this is its defining gesture as you are there to witness the divinity of it all. There is only enough time to comprehend and watch a life changing event once. No recollection will be as clear as that moment, that instant when you know all things have come together perfectly for this to happen. And before it did it had to be strong enough to weather all kinds of harsh conditions, things like the solitary of winter, ferocious storms, hard rains, flooding of the consciousness and nearly drowning in the nourishment that has given it its life. That is when you understand that there are no right conditions for a blossom but that it was tough enough to bend when it needed to, and the root had sowed itself deep enough to find the air to let it grow. All that I can say is, we wish for the magic everyday, and when it has reached its peak, when it has opened your eyes as wide as they can go, we want no answer. We only want to live for the now, because that is what we have paid to see. That is what has defined us for what seems like a lifetime of reaching for the light, and not these or any other words can undo the awe of it all. They can only add to the experience which is just present and undefinable. It is love. And I nor you should ever question its birth, for in doing so you play the part of the magician instead of the audience. Remember, the only true magic is not in the hands of the creator but those it has been bestowed upon. So I say to all of you, find your magicians, find the show that will dazzle you into believing in the impossible, than sit back and take it all in. Wait for the bud to open, just wait, just soak it up. There is no greater pleasure, I assure you. And if you are lucky, the wonder of its climax will stay with you forever and ever and you will never question again the storms it had to endure. You will simply know that the scars were worth it, and you are the recipient of its beauty. You become the reason it has opened its doors for even when there are a thousand more watching the same miracle. I have waited for decades for this magic. Now I have come to realize that the anticipation of the pinnacle is not so important. What is important is how you got there, the growth, the battle of never giving up, the nature of all things heavenly. Somehow, some circumstance beyond your comprehension chose this seed to come together with the pollen among countless others. The birth, the wounds, and the hardiness that occurs when it bends in the winds all begins to show itself to be timed like a star, and it becomes your time to blossom with it in the light. How I Hope for my time.