some things are meant to be found and kept…
others to be found and lost.
like magicians tugging at tablecloths immemorial, undermining the underpinning
of so many well-ordered table settings.
what is the lesson to be learned?
do we find a better magician, one more skilled with the artistry of removing the tablecloth,
of spinning the magick around us so that nary a dish,
is rent asunder?
do we remain enthralled by the potential exultation
just for the sake of the potential.
can we will the magician to be THE magician?
in the shards and fragments left behind, however
answered, unanswered… it doesn’t matter as long as they are asked.
Pieced together, bonded back together, the pieces are stronger
more aware of the fault lines, perhaps a re-breaking of those lines can be avoided
perhaps new breaks will occur, in new and different places.
experiencing the potential
brick by brick, like so many petals
on a flower
or a chakra,
rebuilt and resonating
improved strength or superior design
the symphonic quality
permeates the structure
of it all