Magic

 is not

always obvious. Sometimes

you

me

her

him

it

all

is

magic

the collective whole

Harmony

Once experienced

Allows a deep dive

Into the infinite

The whole

The trees wildly waving

The birds beautifully chirping

The clouds magically moving

The serious becomes the non serious

And the non serious

Serious

And it's tough 

To express it

As it was meant to 

Be experienced 

the downpour

To cry

After a long time

Feels good

To feel the pain of things

That does affect

To not always be strong

And to know

That the tears 

Are no less precious

Than the spontaneous upheaval of joy and laughter

Love and Peace

Living a moment

So deeply

With complete satisfaction

So that

one is ready

To live a million lives

And it's pain and pleasures

Just for that one moment

You know 

Existentially

The purpose of life

Bjork and woodstock

Today

I was going through the

Photos

I was glued to one

A naked young girl

Holding a big leaf

Smiling with joy

Holding out her tongue

In naughtiness which was other worldly

And I found out

she was Bjork

And the photo 

Was from Woodstock

My thoughts went to Woodstock

How lucky in this world 

You have to be 

To have visited woodstock

I sometimes imagine

What could change the world

My answer mostly comes down to

More people like

Dylan

Guruji ( Rabindranath Tagore)

Jimi Hendrix

Bukowski

Osho

Buddha

I was saying something

About that lovely photo

my heart sings a song

Noise gave a reason

thoughts wanted a space

Mind needed to chill

Heart didn't want to race

Trust is not easy

Bubbles weave illusion

Listening to oneself

The only redemption

my truth

The music

In my heart

Is my only

 asset

Be it 

sunshine

Or rains

Win

Or loss

Communion

Or separation