All of life is Magickal.
All the mundane of everyday living.
The rising and setting of the Sun,
The waxing and waning of the Moon.
A Flower opening in the Morning.
Grass shining at Dawn, covered in Dew.
Deer silently grazing in a Meadow;
Hawks floating through the Sky.
The changing Tides lapping Sand.
Gentle Rain shower or powerful Thunder storm.
From a new Baby being Born to
The wonder in a Child's eyes.
Water boiling on Heat and freezing to Ice.
It's all Magick.
Don't look to your spells
To get your words right.
Or follow your rules
To get what you like.
Just follow your heart
To get what you need.
Go to your Mother.
Provider of all;
What She can offer is not found in a book.
No words can describe.
The point of the Human condition:
To have all three.
I'll be in the Woods,
In the Ocean,
Up a Mountain,
Under the Sun or Moon,
Rain or Shine.
Just need soil to my feet.
I have it all,
And it's not in a book.