I thought the earth
remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts and they floated
light as moths amoung the braches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

~Mary Oliver

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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are.

There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions.

How wrong is it for women to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than set out to create it herself?

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

"Let me begin by telling you that I was in love. An ordinary statement, to be sure, but not an ordinary fact, for so few of us learn that love is tenderness, and tenderness is not, as a fair proportion suspect, pity; and still fewer know that happiness in love is not the absolute focusing of all emotion in another: one has always to love a good many things which the beloved must come only to symbolize; the true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilac opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it is being the earth and water of existence, memory. A nostalgic list, but then, of course, where could one find a more nostalgic subject?"

~Other Voices, Other Rooms (p. 79)

Indolence is sweet, and its consequences bitter.

It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong.

The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.

Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.

~Voltaire

"Strange is our situation here upon earth. Each of us comes for a short visit, not knowing why, yet sometimes seeming to a divine purpose. From the standpoint of daily life, however, there is one thing we do know: That we are here for the sake of others...for the countless unknown souls with whose fate we are connected by a bond of sympathy. Many times a day, I realize how much my outer and inner life is built upon the labors of people, both living and dead, and how earnestly I must exert myself in order to give in return as much as I have received."


~Albert Einstein

It would seem that the majority of the modern mass-populous' imagination can, in the least, commit Magik to a lost knowledge of ancient realms.

Unless--
you are able to look into a child (it is there that I see the truest forms of magik resonate):

Vibrations ALIVE with the bliss of craving knowledge. Curiosity and unquestioning acceptance in compliance with the attuned abyss of fabricating personal existence into such a state as to barely be able to grasp the thin lines threading the common reality of mortality and those of personal subconsciousness. It is in childhood that we can extend roots in the soil of belief of endless possibility, and trust in the identifiably unknown.

Magik is like the forgotten miracle to a flame igniting. It has, sadly, become an everyday normality that is disgraced by scientific explanation and common-istic denials of the most innocent phenomenons.

Magik is like the effortless changing of all mingled in the coexistence of matter and the expanding moments of "time" and cognitive reasoning. It is anywhere I look, listen, feel, taste, breath. It is living and questioning and exploring. It is my youth and wisdom. It is all creation, its interconnectedness, and sacred bond of LIFE. That is magik. And if you have forgotten, or lost faith, perhaps you are not fully alive.