I called it a desire for magic,
and so it was — a thirst, a sense of
something missing, something
remembered from another world

You could call it an example
of how we are impelled
to plumb the depths of ourselves,
to find our power, our alignment,
to bring into our days
the essence of our nature,
just like any being,
just like any seed.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 24, 2018