Throw life into the void,
embrace the illusion of the dark abyss,
become swallowed
and encounter the deep mystic.
Magic needs space to unfold,
space to create, to manifest.
Magic in a box becomes a grave of grief,
a museum of the dead, stuck dreams,
buried already in time.
The very nature of magic
is alchemy,
revealing the photons held back by the imagined darkness,
breaking through,
transforming the abyss
into bliss.
Magic is just magic,
not meant to be anything else.
Not meant to fulfill
desires, wishes, dreams, intention
out of a lack of trust and vibrancy.
Magic is just vibrancy,
unfolding, creating, manifesting
life, love, power, presence,
led by the pure
life force.
Life’s nature
is just magic.