Magic is spring

What if there was
a place in your imagination

Where mice were really dwarves
building underground housing units

When insects flew, fairies
took flight to dust

Where flowers bring
color to a once white blanket
Held in Mother Tortoise's
arms as she rocks her child to sleep

Soon my little child
your time will come to awaken

This world needs love
Rising from its soil
watch the little folk

With eyes open
not as pests

They have much to teach
you have much to learn

Fyn you are the child
of Mother Tortoise's son

Peace awakens from dreams
fresh on a spring morning

Breathing happiness
on winds round the world

What if there was
a place in your imagination.

Magic

Water as far as I can see,
joining sky on the horizon--
Rising on wings of hope.

A bird in flight feeling free,
exploring without destination
searching while traveling up.

Among clouds looking
beyond tomorrow into future--
seeing magic abound.

Peace for those seeking
to live in the world of nature
Follow the path around

Distractions along the way
Tune out corporate static--
Peacemakers come

Ready to dance and play
A wind of change does speak
Listen for the sound of a drums.

looking up

going through these days
with blinders, watching feet fall
a new world awaits,

morning brings clear skies
perfect for walking outside
better for thinking

tuning out all noise
following birds as they dance
happily through trees

magic surrounds us
beside the river we are
listening to life

looking up we see
blue skies through eternity
peace to us all

icicles

Inside the warmth of a fire
creating heat, generating energy while
iridescence descends outside
captivating our attention,
learn to be magical,
exist in nature feeling
sunshine throughout

Balance

I am a magician in the forest, a wizard you may say. Gathering ingredients to create what we all need.

When I was at my youngest state of being, I clung to my mother for dear life. She sheltered me until I was ready to leap into the world.

As I made my descent to the forest floor life awakened in me, for I became an individual. It was now up to me to grow healthy, strong, and connected to life.

In order to do so, it was necessary to find a place underground to transform. As rains washed over mother, I took some in sprouting towards the sky above and earth below. This is when I became a magician. As I lifted my top above the soil, I breathed the air humans sent into the world.

Not even knowing what I was doing I changed that air and gave it back. It seemed perfectly natural. In time I grew taller, but in order to stay in balance I sent out roots beneath the ground.

Time went by and I became more aware of things around me. I began to realize it was the river of life flowing beside me. It was this life I was drinking in through my roots to help me create. I kept reaching to the sun with limbs held high. The taller I grew the more I was able to process. It was not until I created new life from myself that I learned it was magic I create.

There are many of us in nature. We give what we have for we know that our longevity depends upon these gifts. We are rising from our silence to teach balance to all who will listen. Breathe in and breathe out, become one with us.

Beside the river or by the riverside

It is strange traveling into the world of man. Each time, I remember how much tougher it is to find magic. There is so much noise, quieting the mind can be difficult. Fortunately it is all around and can be accessed by those who try.

We've returned to the world of nature. The water swells the riverbank and whirlpools ripple in new places. Wind whispers her important messages. Three messengers arrive noticing our presence. Rising from the river's edge on magnificent wings they announce us by the riverside. Six more swim in our direction to see us before taking flight.

Our friend the sun emerges clearing the sky to wash us in his rays. Two dogs appear leading us on an adventure beside the river. One is a golden retriever and the other a black lab mix much like the two that guided me to the river.

Fyn and I follow creating a riverside path watching the golden cross the river twice as the black follows him on the bank. Fyn's smile tells me he enjoys watching these beautiful dogs. I wonder if our two heads inside one coat make them wonder what creature we are.

Walking beside the river allows us to see the most amazing things. Remembering the first time Galt, Dobie, and I walked these paths seven years ago reminds me that we are in the right place. Max and Lucky join us for kitty walks, loving the wonderland we live in. Fyn's eyes are wide taking in the beauty of nature. It is magic by the riverside.