The Magic Is in You

By Joseph the Magician

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 8, 2007
• ISBN: 9781462818440

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Copyright © 2009 by Marleen Rita Duckhorn.

ISBN: Softcover 978-1-4415-1645-9

eBook 9781462819379

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Contents

The Third Eye

Time Gushes

Indigenous Light

Prose’s Roses

In The Fullness of

Saying Something

Raked Coals

The Cape of the Wind

Corporeal Chemical Bethlehem

Double-Decked Nature

Ransacked By A Miracle

Dedication

This book is dedicated to Mrs. Francis Lea, my high school English teacher

And

To Wolfman Jack, my radio mentor.

Acknowledgements

I want to thank my husband Dave Neidner for his love and support.

Asilki Jones for her tireless typing and dedication to the project.

Gerald Hebert for his unique cover design and photo.

The Third Eye

When Hands Give Speeches

When hands prepare to give a speech

On sides of pulpits rest,

Then as the entire speech begins

They go up and down with jest.

Announcing their departure

With a waving in the air,

A peace sign and a thumbs up

What other gestures dare compare?

Zoom Lens of Spirituality

If you focus your lens on God

He will take a picture of you.

It will merit all the exceptional

And the unexceptional that you do.

The final picture will be far from fake,

Very fictional and never a fraud

And hopefully while you’re saying Cheese!,

You’ll be smiling next to God.

I’ve Dreamed of Heaven

I’ve dreamed of heaven and I’ve feared hell

But where do they part ways?

It’s kind of shady and always leaves me

Caught up in a haze.

I’ve been tattered, I’ve been torn

And felt starvation’s lean.

I’ve been patient when heaven delays

I prefer to live calmly in between.

Against the Odds of Miracles

When coincidences feel like miracles

We must be blind in one eye.

For to see a miracle is heart-wrenching;

Even patient angels cry.

Still we’re beckoned by the on-going rate

In which they seldom come along.

Typically, we study the miraculous

And test to see how strong.

Time can dictate how long it takes

For either one to glow

Coincidence or miracle?

Always admit us free to heaven’s show.

More than a sign, they come from far away

And leave us in disbelief.

We are suddenly changed like coins

Our faces minted by their relief.

Bonnets

A bonnet is a substitute

For a hat it seems.

A floppy flap of lace and gingham

Crescents a face like Easter dreams.

Remember by a degree of love

That lands on its flowery edge

And for a moment while one observes

A sacred light appears ’round the filigree ledge.

Holy Water

Holy water lies in wait for a dabbing church-goer

To make the sign of the cross.

Then splashes up with startled clarity

And through the hoops of fate is lost.

The sum of all the visits there

Builds one’s character so I’m told.

Wouldn’t one’s integrity build up anyway

Without a clergy there to scold?

Release Yourself

Release yourself

And all your thoughts reprise.

As you are magnetized into

The Universe’s bewitching eyes.

Like a sponge there to sop you up

You disperse your fragments into it’s Holy cup.

Release yourself if you wish to go

And meditation’s ways simply lift you up.

You’ll travel in sync past sun,

Moon, and a certain star

Who keeps a constant eye

On exactly where you are.

You can lie awake

Get complete and utter rest

And when you return

You will be clearly your best.

The Sound of Space

The sound of space is very quiet

No off-key notes or captive crowd.

No time machines either or annoying buzz,

Only the silence there is loud!

My God Was For Sale

If God was for sale, would you buy him?

And where you’d keep him, do you know?

No garage or parking lot

Or church could ever store His giant ego.

For He’d everywhere at once

Running here and there amuck

Till you’d return Him fast and furiously

And tell the sales clerk, Here, good luck!

Out-Do Yourself

Within the spark that makes us try

And makes the passions blink,

All at once you’re startled

By what you feel and think.

You once admired a reflection in the mirror

But now you’ve looked beyond an elf.

Now elation is verifiable and

It is called out-doing yourself.

The Mystery of An Evening

When you’re all dressed up

It’s funny how the moon always looks so sharp.

Like the night was made for you entirely

And all your endeavors pluck its harp.

The evening out is successful and sweet

With worthwhile memories to share.

The moon is tired now and gets undressed

It’s tuxedo falls through air.

We Cannot Replace the Sun

We cannot replace the sun