Magicians Never Tell
Aug 1, 2005
August 1st, 2005this is the beginning
of the week
of the month
of the rest of my life
(and yours)
a time to gather yourself
in great golden armfuls
and heap high upon the moment
all the holiness of wholeness.
so come as you are
(no- you don't have to leave your shoes
outside this temple)
this time is for making peace with wingflap and high-pitched confusion
(that rising cloud of restless pigeons within)
this time is for sitting by still pools and watching water lilies bloom
(that delicate sun-tipped yawning into wakefulness)
this time is for counting blessings without numbers
(and no i don?t know what will happen)
don't ask so many questions
of this moment
remember-
magicians never tell.