Off again we venture
Our never-ending quest
Looking for that wondrous place
Where magic is the best

Perhaps in rural rolling hills
That diamond lakes surround
Some say that’s where the fairies thrive
So magic must abound

But yonder north, past Puget Sound
Near Islands of San Juan
With eagles, orcas, alders red
Enchantment must be spun

Where birch and beech and maples turn
To tapestry of fire
The Smoky Mountains’ autumn spell
Does sorcery inspire

Does magic love the seasons
Or tropics’ languid sea
The needled snow-capped evergreen
Or fronded canopy?

Does magic sing in concert halls
Or on a lively street
Where does it resonate most rare
Elsewhere or where we meet?

Amidst these earnest questions
Don’t know from where it came
A  crystal song in unison
Rang  forth and did exclaim:

With painter’s brush, with poet’s pen
Or mindful meditation
Or culinary wizardry
Make magic your vocation

If ever you have found me
In flower, tree, or glen
Remember me, absorb me well
Reflect me back again

Slow now your restless venture
Facilitate your quest
Just share your magic everyplace
There magic will be best

Dorothea Barth 2011©

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