While Miracles Abound

We pine and pant for magic

When all around us

Miracles lay as unremarkably naked and unnoticed as

Air and leaf litter

Chirping baby currawongs

Peak hour traffic

Washing on the line

Breath and daily bread

 

There isn’t anywhere you can look

Anything you can touch or feel or hear or taste or sense within body or mind

That is not miracle

 

Such unearned constancy

Blinds us to the real magic of Life

Where everything, yes everything is

Miracle

 

Instead, we have learned to slavishly prize the effortful

So that the effortless

Which offers itself everywhere and every now

Is denied our awe and delight

 

Countless acts of denial by absence of mind

Make countless moments of Life-less-ness, Love-less-ness

 

Thus impoverished, we crave booster shots of magic

While miracles abound