Connection Magic

Magic:
flies on the edge of the storm,

flits on the tips of hummingbird wings,

flows in the veins of all beings.

It is the way the air smells just before the first rain of monsooons.
It is the way the sun feels after swimming in clear, cold water.
It is the way a tomato tastes, when it is sun-ripened and freshly picked.

Magic:
slides along ravines and canyons,

skims along the snowy peaks,

slips through the core of all that is.

It is the sound of a baby's first laugh.
It is catching a glimpse of the season's first rainbow.
It is the culmination of all the senses.

Magic:
connects to the beginning of time,

anchors at the edge of the universe,

interweaves everything.

Remember your connection to magic.
Remember your connection to all that is.
Remember your connection to now.