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
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