A Magical Woman and The Magician

When we come out from the clouds, we can manifest a creative power
with at least one hand…with just one branch surrounded by fallen leaves
a new cycle is born
when a firmly held stick is held away from the fog and
points upward.

Even when the sun disappears, heat vanishes, and your white horse is stolen, or
all the sunflowers you planted died because the soil dropped
between the cracks of the brick wall where you planted the seeds,
we can shoot up toward the sky.

Please try to remember this: when a sharp blade pricks you,
you can still manifest your power.

The Magician actively engages his dynamic creative energy.
---the force which creates is here---on earth.
When I am him, I am surrounded by deep red and thick white tulips
in full bloom. I can create dynamic heat
with a table full of tools; metal, silver, wood, or gold
---it doesn’t matter what I make---do something with your pain.

Earth’s life grows from the ground; it also falls and hangs
with grace from the sky. The creative force is rooted; still
---even in the scorching heat of day—so, please
hold a tool up high that extends into the heavens.

If you can take-in-arms the change
tossed into your cup
---even when you are kneeling down with your knees digging into concrete---
you can appreciate the joy that springs from an balanced flow.

While standing in front of a pregnant moon inside a bubbling midnight ocean,
a magical woman stands in the ocean.
She has dark, orange, curly, wild, long hair.
She lights the way at night with a candle
so he can understand;
intuit, master, and create
there is a halo afloat directly above your head.

A magical woman is she who seeks to uncover
your unknown positive vibration, while
The Magician is the man who works with tools, to
activate a dynamic creative force.

The reality of this magic is a connection
rich with giving and receiving; no blocked energy exists here.