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Nature and Magic go well beyond these familiar words...Jun 21 '02 Write an essay on this topic.
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The Bottom Line Nature, magic...these words might be common, familiar and utterly lifeless, but the feeling... oh, it goes so far beyond that.
Magic is a word that we use... and abuse. I do not think anyone, at least anyone in this time, can truly tell you, or me, what magic is. We use the word so much that it has become old hat, like nature... these words are nothing. But there is so much more beyond words. Nature, magic... the essence of who we are, what we are, what lies before us and beyond us, that very special "one place" that we all, in our own ways, have been searching for our whole lives. These words might be common, familiar and utterly lifeless, but the feeling... oh, it goes so far beyond that. What We Do Not See A wellness that will fold over you Like a blanket in the still, dark night An assurance that all will be well A knowing that all will be right. A peace enters and reaches through The room, exposed, naked, alone You might be scared, but do not fear It’s a peace you’ve always known. In life we tend not to see What has always been with us Now it stands at eye level Waiting for us to trust. It’s here in front of me? I think that I have sensed Its spirit, very near But needed its “presence” In every circumstance. I had held it so dear Yet given it no chance; I’d see but not believe. Now I know that I must Learn to accept and revel In what’s with us but is just Not solid reality. And still I have not been shown But now I know that it is here Its joy a present I now own Its harmony, I always knew. A knowing that all will be right, An assurance that all will be well Like a blanket in the still, dark night, A wellness that will fold over you. Within In this place within my thoughts it’s late spring in a forest, Dusk descends, its light (its life) bounces off the water, reflecting all around. I am on the ground, my arms around my bent legs. The wood speaks soft through the trees and I am alone. I roll around the soft grass by the lake, bird songs drift through the air, gone. The sun falls further now; the wood fills with more noises of nightfall. Tiny, glowing embers spring from within the darkness, through the woods all around. Hundreds of sparks of fire that do not burn But dance happily, contently within the wood Going their way as I go mine. The moon is now upon us, casting its reflection into the water. Sleep comes so much easier in this place Than when I was in my room where my dreams are only thoughts; never close enough to embrace. Here there is all for me to hold and feel, reveal, discover. I look into the evening sky until I cannot keep my eyes open. I look until there is no reason. I look until I am asleep. Both poems (c)2002, John P. Dunphy As always, comments, criticism, and discussions are welcomed and appreciated.  |
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