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Find the Magic
FIND the MAGIC Find the MagicAs you release old bondage Come out of hidingAnd see the stars Find the MagicAs you expose the painLet the tears flowAnd find beauty in your body Find the MagicAs you scream from the beatingRun from the threatsAnd feel the warmth of a hug Find the MagicAs the little girl is silencedTold she is too smart for her own goodAnd she finds her place of honor as she speaks her mind Find the MagicAs the ghosts creep into dreamHaunt your daily lifeAnd you meet them at the crossroads and move on Find the MagicAs you drift out of your body, avoiding the angerObserve the separationAnd you join the body temple once again to rejoice in this unique wonder Find the MagicAs you listen to the conflicts andWatch in horrorAnd emerge from the water whole and beautiful in a rainbow of colors Find the Magic, For you are whole once again © 2004 Susan Bacon Susan Bacon is an researcher, teacher and author. Contact her through her web site http://www.ecoentrepreneur.org
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