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Find the Magic
FIND the MAGIC Find the Magic As you release old bondage Come out of hiding And see the stars Find the Magic As you expose the pain Let the tears flow And find beauty in your body Find the Magic As you scream from the beating Run from the threats And feel the warmth of a hug Find the Magic As the little girl is silenced Told she is too smart for her own good And she finds her place of honor as she speaks her mind Find the Magic As the ghosts creep into dream Haunt your daily life And you meet them at the crossroads and move on Find the Magic As you drift out of your body, avoiding the anger Observe the separation And you join the body temple once again to rejoice in this unique wonder Find the Magic As you listen to the conflicts and Watch in horror And 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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