Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Friday, December 14, 2012
Magic, the Beautiful Extreme
Extreme beauty enters into magic. Becomes miraculous, for the pure of heart, the true lovers. And in the place of magic, the world explodes, and for the discerning, the seeking, a homely place in on hand. And all kinds of love are available in this place, that you have arrived at, the love of lovers, and the love within friendship, the key to the magic is love. I was informed of this, and I will never forget the wisdom of the lady who cared to share it with me. And I abandoned her and set myself free, just like I feel, that she had wanted me to. She believed in prayer, and she prayed for me, and I wondered if prayer was also the casting of a spell, a psychical wish, an act of love, asking for magic, to colour the spirit of the cared for.
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