Do you believe in magic? Miracles?

Sometimes we look in the least likely places

At the least likely people

For magic

For miracles

We think magic is something that is make believe

That it does not exist

We think magic equates to black magic

Hocus Pocus

Fairtytales

We believe miracles are reserved for the great master

Never for us

Yet if we really stop and think about us

About everything around us

About our very existence

About the very existence of everything

About the world we live in

What we are and where we could we have come from

Not just from our mother’s bellies

But where were we before our mothers

And where do we go at the end of our physical existence

Doesn’t that make you believe in the miracle of us

The wonder of us

The magic of us

Isn’t our very existence by nature

A miracle

Magic in itself

Does anyone have an explanation about which came first

The chicken or the egg

Or the egg or the chicken

Because one could not exist without the other

We are magical miraculous beings

That come and go in this plane

Morphing from one thing to the next

Have you ever been injured such that you could not use an arm or a leg

And then were forced to think about how we use our limbs every day anyway

Is there a giant computer sitting out there somewhere that is controlling us all

Could we all be subject to cyber threat, hackers and those who want to run the world

Is it possible that with a push of a button

We will be shut down one day

We are such amazing living, breathing, creatures

Born from the mingling of an egg and sperm

Grown inside a protective womb of our mother’s bodies

Birthed from either a canal or brought out by knife

Creating our physical existence for a predetermined amount of time

But where do our souls come from

And for that matter what are our souls

Do they die or do they remain

Do our souls continue even when our physical bodies wither and die away

Do our essence selves remain but without the memory of what we were before

Magic is what we are

Miracles are what we are

So how can we ever dismiss magic

Believing it belongs solely to the dark side

When in fact we are magical beings

We embody the concept of magic

So how can we dismiss miracles

And believe only a select few are bestowed miracles

When we go to bed every night and drift off into another land

Then take a waking breath to wake us up in the morning

Pulling us out of bed

Ready to start anew

If ever we did not believe in magic or miracles

All we have to do is look at ourselves in the mirror

Marvelling at the image that is us

Listen to our minds

Watch what we can do and say in a day

If we are looking for a miracle

All we need do is look at a rose blooming

Smell its intoxicating scent

Watch it blow in the wind and yet remain unaffected by it

Watch a bluebird, a red bird, any birds flying before our eyes

Catch a glimpse of a rainbow and if we are lucky a double rainbow in the sky

And know for the first time that there is no need to doubt magic

No need to dismiss miracles

Because we are living and breathing magical miracles every single day of our lives

Witnessing every day miracles in the magic of a new day

So now do you believe in magic and miracles

 I do because I am magic and I am a miracle

And so are you

So are we all

Have a magical miraculous day

Accepting we are magical miraculous creatures

Living in a magical miraculous world

Surrounded by magical miracles

Every single second

Of every single day

 Namaste.