Magic smells of ancient
wisdom
Like my dead bug collection (oh
wondrous green cicada, iridescent beetles,
dragonflies,
bees—you are proof of Natural Magic)
Exoskeletal
creatures leaving shells of beauty behind:
Magical
encasements of energy—soul.
Magic smells like my oils—olfactory
bliss of
Jasmine:
to attract good spirits
Lavender:
to sleep peacefully
Mimosa:
to dream the answer…to a burning question
Write down your dreams upon waking.
Candle Magic illuminates our darkest hours
Only superceded by Moon Magic: Insight, Intuition right-brained, extra-sensory
—all that is feminine. All that they’ve
tried
to snuff out
But
magic never goes away
Nor
do the womben.
Magic roles off the tongue
especially
in the vowels ooo iii
All 0’s and 1’s: the Other,
the Individual
We connect through and through like
circuitry
weaving
a web that communicates…
Something bigger than the word, bigger
than us: MAGIK.
Never cast a love spell—
Never try to control another
so
that they’ll do your will.
Some spell magic with a K
Which makes mytho-logical
sense;
After all, it all begins at the omphalos,
the
navel, the Kore: start at the bottom and work your
way up
Calling up and drawing down the
Knowledge that Is Power that Is…ISIS .
Magic Is
the perfect understanding
of
the essence of freedom;