The Magical Marriage of Heart & Mind (a prose poem)

The Flower of Life is an ancient mystical symbol representing the unity and intimate interconnection of all life. Artwork by Dean Marston

We might look to the saints, sacred sites, crystals, mantras and more for healing. We might think there is something missing in us. A hole where magic should live.

Where did magic go? Many stories ask this question … or perhaps tell tales of how magic left the world.

But it never did. Magic never left the world.

It’s not found only in unicorns and dragons. There is magic in every step on this beautiful Earth. Each breath is pure magic. As a dear friend once said to me, “tears are magic.” We don’t need to search outside ourselves for what is already here.

A famous witch* once wrote that magic is the art of changing consciousness at will. That we don’t have to see the world the way we’ve been taught to see it.

The ancient yogis said the same. There is another way. This unlearning of our history, unlearning our story of who we are and how the world is, unlearning of ‘should’ and ‘must’.

Let us lay down the measuring stick we hold against ourselves (or worse) and love ourselves instead. For if anything is magic, it is love.

What do you think your cells are made of? In school we might learn of lipids and aqueous solution where mitochondria and other exotic creatures dwell. These tiny beings are woven of living love, flooded with the life force.

Look how they’ve come together in mass cooperation to create this human form. To receive the blessed breath. To embrace the singing soul.

This body, this life, is a miracle that we so often choose not to see. We’re distracted by sparkles in the theatre of the mind. Until … we’re not.

When mind comes home. Comes home to rest. Comes home to marry with the heart – to cleave together as One.

One Life. One Heart. All One.

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* Dion Fortune

This piece was written last night, with only minor edits after,
during one of our online writing & meditation courses.

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