The Magic is in the awakening--
The attempted rebirth.
Loss, fear and insecurities envelop
entangle like the black coral forrest.
In earthing the ability
Yet all of nature nods it's head
To the Light.
Here it finds what it needs
to grow and flourish and thrive.
A lightness of being.
Thus, Today, tomorrow and to tomorrow's tomorrow
I will emulate the columbine
And nod my head to the Light.
Freedom is in the Awakening--
The chosen daily rebirth.