Thursday, February 19, 2026

PRESTO CHANGO

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PRESTO CHANGO

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When I was a child, I desperately wanted to find


A real magical object - a leaf, a stone, a talking tree


That I could use to magically change my life


That would change me, too


Into the poised, popular child that fit in


I also secretly wanted God or somebody to smite those I resented


To manure the neighborhood with their blood and guts


Or smite them individually with lightning bolts from on high


I lacked spiritual guidance, but I found teachers to show me


That the magic, the power, is within me


In my clarity, my will, my mindful focus


And a desire to harm none


These days I spin my spells into a safety net for us


I sparkle my blessings and good will all over the place


Where I tra-la-la each day amid my impressive array of magical objects


While I know, sure as sunrise, that the power behind the magic


Is when we join together to will a better world for everyone


A magical transformation into the garden where all might find a place


At the table

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