Night Magic

Sky Within Us

Oh, not to be separated,
Shut off from the starry dimensions
By so thin a wall.
What is within us
If not intensified sky
Traversed with birds
And deep
With winds of homecoming?
– Rilke

Night magic is real for me. It’s no secret to anyone who knows me that I’ll drop everything to glimpse the hallelujah of any setting sun, to feel the colors and the majesty of the Creator’s hand. And then, THEN, the slow unfolding of inky blue and black that draws me further still, serenely, into this vast and incomprehensible space where my heart stills, crickets commence their cricketing, stars appear, and everything is magic. Life is magic. I am small, so very small, yet, part of something that is also the sky.
There is something un explainable about the night, the stillness of the colors, that allow me access to truth, creativity, love, and mysteriously give rise to inner vision clearer than in the light of day. It is the time of the waking dream where I realize that all of life is a dream, dreaming me. That, all is well. All is love. And should I ever wonder, I only need walk outside and gaze into the night sky.