Is the car in the garage my reality?
It is rugged and solid, and if I punch it
With my fists I’ll know pain like I wouldn’t believe.
My reality is only what I perceive
To be real, and the vibration that I emit
Arranges my reality as it must be.
Although it was assembled somewhere at some plant,
And the pieces were fashioned by man or machine,
Can it ever be accurate that it is real?
It’s just a perception any person can feel
With their consciousness. In the world all can be seen
As something that is physical and elegant.
A manifestation is my ability
To perceive. That Is It! There is nothing to add
To improve on its meaning. The Magic Potion
Is in expressing with my deepest emotion
What I would like to see changed. Has this world gone mad?
If I can ask the question I help make it be.
It is tricky to hold one’s thought on the unseen.
The mixing of realities often occurs.
The rub is to observe reality enough
But not so much that I become bogged down with stuff
That is not what the better part of me prefers.
I consider Magic a part of my routine.