Real magic

Being in love 

The feeling of the heart must be different from knowing the heart or experiencing it occasionally. Openness, responsibility and warmth might be qualities for it to flourish. But there could be no formula. We reach out to other beings in ourselves. Feeling their presence within, there is no separation at all and love becomes apparent and togetherness palpable. In relationship to all the parts of ourselves, we realise that the whole is made of peace. It is the most extraordinary truth, that there is nothing higher than being in love. It is Real magic.

The source of energy

Underneath the turmoil, fear and worry, there is silence. It is the source of energy, not the outward-facing kind but inwardly, there is the power to create. It begs for our attention in all experience. It cannot be induced in time, nor shared in space. It is recognised as a place of vulnerability, but really its significance is beyond states and our words to describe them. We may get temporary highs on sex, drugs or extreme sports, but the suffering of longing and dependence only grows, when there is really no need for any of it. This energy is available to us now, underneath the description of things. We are feeling alive with it, moving through worlds without any movement at all. It is Real magic

Sincerity of being

Emotion so powerful we could turn the world on its head. Ripping us apart from the centre, like a fallen tree, we watch it not to slip into chaos. What is the source? It would feed on thought and waves of honest discontent. The energy, generated by heartbreak, care and passion, could not go unnoticed. Unexpressed, it would eat us up from the inside. But where to go with it? Further images only perpetuate the cycle of disappointment. Our intention could not be that dependent and futile. It would have to be much stronger than circumstances, however enticing they may be. We must live from the intention now. Not made of will, but love, a sincerity of being. This is Real magic.

His first spring 

The rolling hills they spoke about just appeared to him. He had seen them before, but this time they were timeless. Bathing in sunlight indeed, spring was rejoicing on them. Flowers and greens covering the grounds, whilst her majesty, the tree, left him waiting for her unfolding. It would be their first spring together. Love was all around. A beauty whose powers was strange to the ordinary man. He would miss out on life for the living hell. It is Real magic to see that spring could wash it all away.

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