Allow me to tell you about The Wizard.
It was a rainy day, as I recall…
even the grass looked lonely.
He was trotting down the street,
gracefully striding small puddles…
The neighbor’s dog laughed,
as only a dog can do…
A little girl of six sat on her wooden porch
cuddling a teddy bear of ancient demeanor,
and she smiled as The Wizard glided
on the damp concrete…
The Wizard’s beingness sailed outwards –
his energy reached and stretched –
gathering the remaining darkness
and dissolving the shadows …
The bushy dog joined up
and the little girl called out, “Me, too,”
skipping in tune with the moment.
I saw the sun– golden traces —
sneaking a quick cloud peek;
and the grass perked,
as the quartet did figure eights
near the playground.
You can always recognize
a true Wizard at work:
colors intensify and joy prevails.