When the zeros line up

it’s only a new day

and

all things are possible

(spoken best, of course,

with the head woggle of a native Hindi speaker)

and the blankness before you

the discomfort of the void-

 

in that dark place, magic is born

where what normally hides from the day can play~

let it beckon with crooked mischievous finger

and whisper its haunting melody..

times come when the path must disappear

beneath your feet

and sitting, awake, through the night

may be exactly what is best for spirit

to guide you

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