Child to the Stars

I would try to be like the stars,
feet ever sadly upon the ground
I’d look up at that bright family,
a child, truly, ever alone was I;
but I told this not to any soul
and still I’d never wish to tell
that I’m still seeking my own
in moonlight desperate darting
to the lighter parts of shadow
who sing me bits of life and poetry

Your Magic Behind the Veil

There is magic behind the veil we call reality, but one must go through not only the veil, but the gatekeepers of the veil in order to find it. You will have to walk through the walls of your own limitations, the friends and lovers you thought were real but were simply phantasms to counteract fear and self-loathing. You will have to dismantle them all piece by piece, peeling them away as if you were peeling the outer flesh of the onion. You will find it a wonder that all the aspirations and dreams that you thought were so dear to you, were but only reactions to fear and a world that wants you to dissolve within it, with your soul as a sacrifice. You may have to walk away from parents, from spouses, from people who helped you to project a world that they inherited from ancestral pain and misery. To pierce that veil, all you will need to take is your courage and your love to find that there is magic at the end of this journey, and that that magic will always be you and yours alone.