Something Magical
Doing something magical, getting up to a routine.
It is mine, so who should care what it is, if you ever ask.
Pushing myself, mentally, physically, emotionally this is my dream.
This is my physical realm, being alive is amazing, being creative is being reborn continually.
This moment before slumber, tricking my ego into the closest, then sliding the door shut.
I may need to attempt mediation just to calm down.
Watched part of Bohemian Rhapsody, did pull ups during the commercials, and fed the cats.
Queen wrote their own story, so did Miles, and all the greats.
Some of them are your next door neighbors.
The one who with a mind of one’s own, changed the world with a thought or a deed.
We are all one consciousness.
Evolution of the heart seems to be the guide.
Now is this writing, why even write but to inspire ?
Even if it is for one, that will be just enough.
Stepping into tomorrow is the unknown, the only known there is.
Something magical is our truest form.
Getting up and Now doing my routine.
Stepping into the magic of possibility.
