The Poetry Of Tao Writer – Magic

Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -)


I love the feeling when magic is inseparable
from life. All the elements are in play.
The ocean pulling silently upon sand.
The moon, though there, is invisible.
A wading bull seal watches his mate
posing statuesquely, upon dry shore.
We watch each other through a fog penetrable
only by interception of blue, brown eyes.
We accidentally seek, a soft touching of hands
before pulling and pulled into arms not our own.
The ocean roars, the sea gulls applaud.
Air, earth, fire and sea are in unison.
Sometimes it happens just so, and the joy
within us explodes, releasing this magic —
to live in that absence of space between us.