Magical Grace

As I lay floating in fascinating fluid,

I breathe deeply, murmuring the word

“Grace” over and over.

Suddenly, I am surprised,

Virgin gills sprouting in my neck,

As I sink lower and lower, deeper into that

Faithful fluid, still breathing, miraculously.

What is Magic?” I wonder.

“Why, here I am,” Magic spoke,

“I am you and you are me and

Together we make magic."

Still not quite believing, I asked

Magic, “What’s my name?” and

I heard not the name given at my birth

But my real name,

One that I chose when

I began this journey. The

Name that called me, spoke to me,

Not in a whisper but oh so clearly,

A wisdom, a knowing, a blessing.

Ah, Magic, maybe I do know you

And you, me. Are you the

Wind that rustles the leaves, lifting

Just one shining leaf aloft?

Are you the currents I travel on as

I soar above, a hawk hunting prey?

Or, are you my peacock part,

Strutting tail feathers flaring, or

My Mama Grizzly part who

Protects her babies?

Are you my jaguar side

Stealthily wandering 

Through the fierce forest

Intent on ferreting out food?

Ah, Magic, are you also the

Mystical Muse who prompts me

To write, because these words

Just come through me (I am not

The Author, I think).

Oh, Magic, are you also the salt

Water that holds me afloat but also

Pulls me under at times, almost

Drowning me when I experience

Agonizing, abysmal feelings, sad and

Sorrowful feelings of grief and anger,

Tormenting me at times?

Or, Magic, are you Grace, and do you also

Push me back up from those watery depths that

Seem to seek to kill me with their seduction,

Exhaling your breath into my floating body?

Perhaps, Magic, you are Grace, playing

The music that drenches my

Bones with its bass notes and taunting

Beats, devouring me like a lover who has

Been away far too long.

Ah, Magical Grace, no longer do you perplex me

With wonder, but you open me up like the

Voice of an angel, cloaked at times like an

Evil spirit that longs to escape these binds

That keep me from blossoming.

Magical Grace, I believe you now. I believe

I have worshiped you all of my life.

Mesmerize me with your spirit,

Breathe into me again and again.

How do I find you?

She responds:

"Breathe, Relax, Float, Listen, Be Still.

Breathe some more and let

Me take over your heart, your mind,

Your body and your soul while you rest

In Bliss, awake in Joy."