Would You?

If you had a magic wand would you change your world? Would you heal your eyes to see? Would you heal your ears to hear? What wondrous beauties would lurk behind dark corners? Shadows pulling back further and further to reveal a green and purple feeling landscape that flows through the air to guide you. Would you change them? Would you change the way they make you feel? Seeing happy faces glow and sparkle in the moment of your arrival. Feeling nothing but a tingling warmth every time. What kind of world would it be darling? Skies would display a fractal rainbow that seems to be different in every sense of the word with each glance. Would you make your heart bigger? Eyes fill with sapphire tears at the sight of anything enchanting, which is everything. Dancing on soul shapes and whirling through a romantic song in the night under the moon would be your life. Nothing would hurt, would it? Each pin prick furled and sealed with ecstasy. How would you learn your lessons my dear? How would you know what good is without the torture? Can this be wished upon and manifested in to a true life’s being? Its there beauty in it all? Is there beauty in the easy beauty? Can there be?

Magic is a disguise, it pulls us in with its promises slowly and expertly, no feelings of remorse. By the time we have woken up it might be too late. But is it the magic itself, or what we might use it for?

Beings are flawed, cracked, cavernous. Innocently seeking a way to become light, to feel gold. In a world that is black and grey, we each only seek asylum. So thorn-ed is the path to find this without the magic of the liquid gilded comfort of denial. Who can blame such fragile creatures for seeking solace from such an arduous journey. Even those who seem to only know how to do harm unto others, clearly only search for a route closer to the warmth felt in the womb.

Safety is a moving target, it curls up at our feet only to bite when it feels threatened. How is it that we keep this sacred feeling whole and leashed? Magic? Attachment? Love, or the illusion of love? The true difficulty lies in the perspective of denial. Is one’s full heart not so if it has been coaxed by such an ability? Or is it true happiness and contentment just the same. A placebo affect of emotion and stability. Does that still count for as a true reality?

Maybe there are few, or many, who feels that is enough. The illusion is enough to feel the glue of love and acceptance in their spirit. In my experience, this illusion has an end, it has a root that cannot stay hidden forever. The veil stands to fall. But will it? The journey is a lonely one as no one is guaranteed to stay by your side. Cherish those who do for the time being. Forever is not ever forever, not certainly.

Is it possible that the belief of certainty is the key to the righteous path? How can one be so sure? Everything changes. The air we breath is different the moment it escapes us. Sometimes the changes tarnish or burn away our connections and everything that has been woven in to create a tapestry of beauty in your life. Your love is certainty. You are certainty. Your love for you is certainty. Wrap your arms around you, breathe in deeps. This will never be anywhere but here, this will never give up forever.