Magic has happened to me. Infinite times. It is indescribable. Words fail to describe it. You better not read this trash.
Magic happens when I’m calm, relaxed and allow it to happen.
Magic happens when I don’t try and doesn’t when I try hard.
Magic is happening everyday, every moment, everywhere. One needs eyes to see, ears to hear, heart to feel it.
There’s no magic, and everything is magic.
It has happened to everyone but few have noticed.
Stay quiet, quiet, quiet. More quite. Complete quiet. At then see it. Feel it. Watch it unfold itself like a wild flower.
There’s beauty in that magic. There’s existence in it. There’s satisfaction in it. There’s love in it. You’ll bow to it.
It happens when you’re listening, it vanishes when you’re speaking.
It appears in my evening walk, it disappears in my morning hustle.
The magic is there, I only act along. It would be there without me, it is there with me.
Don’t be bothered if it’s not happening, it takes it’s own time.
Don’t be bothered if you haven’t felt it. You’ll feel it some day. And then you’ll see it in everything.
Let it unfold itself, just play along.