Poem - Path of the Magical One

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Being a magical one means diving deep before seeking to survive. The poem “Path of the Magical One” is a brief look into the journey.


Path of the Magical One
Poem for Day 165 – 20150614

To be a magical one,
with a hundred thousand hopes,
an equal number of sorrows,
triumphs of the striving will,
sobering defeats of the seeking soul.

Witness the tools of the fallen one,
held in hand and heart alike,
unseen by those around them,
half remembered at the best,
salvation held close at hand.

Memories are the first tool,
reaching back in time,
joining disparate lines,
creating illusions of connection
where there is no separation.

Knowing is the greatest tool,
thrust upon the magical one.
Curiosity is fascinating,
knowing is the taskmaster,
distractions made illogical.

Dance and music handmaidens
to the muses' desire to expand.
The magical one hold tight to hopes,
releases to sorrows to their place,
and the seeking soul continues on.

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