Forgotten Magic

This is the magic I am always ranting about.

It's all around us the universe....life it's self is a magical place and the journey.

Through it is nothing but magic.

Intertwined into our surroundings so that it can be subtle.

So it doesn't blow our minds so often we can't get anything done.

No you have to train your eye to see the magic, Your heart to feel its constant presence,

Your soul feels its power and know that power comes from inside it.....you.

Your soul is experiencing its self perhaps for the first time.

 Unfortunately discovering this hidden world is not like riding a bike,

Or learning to tie your shoes,

something you never forget,

We spend our whole lives forgetting and discovering it,

Losing it and forgetting that its there at all.

We wither up and lose our color, we lose our passion, we forget all about the magic.

Then when things are at their worst,

When you feel like you can't take another step you remember the magic

I think its less you remembering and more the magic its self finding you again,

To pull you out of the dark.

When you need it the most and you keep your heart and mind open Even if you hurt....Even if you hurt terribly.

Say open. Don't close up, Don't let your mind die,

The magic will find you and bring you back to life,

Each time you remember it a little longer a little more vividly,

Until one day the magic finds you and this time you never forget

It's part of your life from then on without pause, no more getting lost in the dark anymore

Certainly not as often anymore,

Even most days is an improvement over every day,

But it won't be most days, it will be a rare occurrence,

Because you remember now,

And nothing can make you forget.

Not for long anyway...perhaps a second or two every now and again,

But after so much time without it, after so much time alone in the dark,

Now you don't forget anymore,

You keep the magic you have found forever burning in your heart,

And you stand near it like a hobo standing over a burning trash barrel.

Both of us just trying to say warm in the cold night,

People in fancy cars drive by so they don't have to look at poverty, at someone life took everything from,

everyone looked away because this could be them,

Life can turn on anyone in the blink of any eye, Quicker than an unstable lover off their meds,

But like death we just don't think about it and go about our day,

We shove it deep down inside where we hide all the things we don't want too think about,

A sturdy thick wooden chest with a large padlock and wrapped in chains...also locked,

It's covered in dust hidden away....safe

The magic has none of this if I try to repress somethings,

I end up expressing it in less than 24 hours in someway,

What was ugly inside me comes out as beauty,

It was not meant to live inside me,

Just the magic, because it is part of who I am,

There are things about me that are magical, unexpected, only now being discovered,

The magic is everything, the force that pushes time forward and motivates the universe to exist.

The magic is the reason there is life,

It is the reason that life is worth living,It is every coincidence, every chance encounter,

Every time you meet someone who matters for the first time,

It is what you feel when you fall in love,

We can always have it,

It's never gone,We just have to remember that its there.

And when we do, the next time that magic is in our grasp....

We must never let go no natter, we must never let life make us forget,

No matter how violent it gets no matter how hard the rain beats down on our heads

Never let go of the magic.

Never forget.

Never let go,

Let it consume you,

Let it bring you back to life,

Let it open your eyes,

And never die.