Author: lizaaitken

Mother, daughter, sister, cat owner/slave. Thoughtful about life and trying to make it worthwhile.

My Magic

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So if I buff this dusty lamp,

will the magic work for me.

Will it bring me happiness,

a house with a money tree.

Could I be a brilliant writer,

of philosophy and the like.

Will buffing this piece of metal,

really make all things right.

Or I should work on the inside,

cleanse the soul so to speak.

Polishing up those scratches,

no room for blurry streaks.

And then would it be magic,

is magic just a good deed.

I’m excited by the prospect,

now I’ve planted that seed.

Magic is what you make it,

and magic is kindness to me.

Humility and understanding,

not only the things I can see.

These qualities magnificent,

they brighten up any day.

Once you’ve given magic out,

it won’t dull or go away

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Buff

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Power Shower

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So I took a powerful shower,

let the water spray on me.

Closed my eyes as it poured,

wondered what I would see.

I felt it run across my skin,

poured right down inside.

There wasn’t any part of me,

that the water didn’t ride.

I felt the waters energy,

as it gently cleansed my soul.

Surged right throughout me,

pulling me back whole.

It soothed a raging fire,

ran throughout my earth.

Settled down any excess air,

I’m again as I was at birth

And as I dried myself again,

stepping from the shower.

I knew that I had filled myself,

restored all my inner power.

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Time Out

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I have been taking time out, I’ve been recovering from my house move I suppose and have felt the need just to be. It’s crucial we take time just to be, to put life on hold and be with ourselves for this is where we discover who we are, this is the place we discover our own value.

In all that we do it is important to value ourselves because we are giving of ourselves constantly, and if we don’t value ourselves, then what we give is of little value.

People who work with others, in any capacity but especially on an emotional level have a responsibility to work with themselves, look after themselves and make sure that what they give is of the best quality. We can only ever give what we have, what is within us and if our energy is depleted then it makes sense that what we give is of lesser value.

I think we all expect the person we are going to visit, be it a doctor, accountant, spiritual guru to know what they are talking about, to be on top notch form, to be able to help us in what ever way is necessary. How can they do this if they don’t help themselves, how can they do this if they are racing against time, their own issues and not taking enough time out for themselves.

Yet how many people do we know that actually do this, be it with a supervisor, mentor, guide or just by themselves. How often do we intend to meditate, take a day out or have a treatment just for the good of our souls.

How often is it we actually listen, listen to ourselves or to what the universe is trying to tell us. How often is it we go inside and repair, clean and restore our precious selves. If our bodies are the homes in which our spirits live, isn’t it right we clean and bring them back to health regularly.

My time out can be alone or catching up with a good friend, it can be in silent contemplation or through inspired discussion with a like minded soul. It doesn’t matter how I take my time out, as long as I do, as long as I’m good to myself.

I can only give what I have, I have to love myself and treat myself well in order to be able to give that out. When I do I shine, I sparkle and I can share the energy of that freshness with others.

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Detonate

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I know I’m about to detonate,

I’m wound up so tight inside,

a roller coaster of emotions,

I’m trying so hard just to hide.

The flames ignited deep inside,

the fires growing so bright,

I know I have to speak my truth,

but when the time is just right.

I’ve found my fire, harnessed it,

I am keeping it under control.

It’s growing every moment now,

just like the flower, I unfold.

The deepest rose, as red as blood,

opens to the beats of my heart,

holding back on the explosion,

I’m not sure of when to start.

But I must speak, must let it go,

as on every moment I hang.

until the time I whisper to you,

words that come with a BANG

~

Detonate

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Finding Beauty

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I’m not keen on my double chin,

so I hold it way up high.

And that my waistlines spreading,

gives me sleepless nights.

I’m a little too preoccupied today,

with what is thought of me.

I know that if the truth is known,

you don’t see what I see.

We are so involved with ourselves,

that we have our blinkers on.

That reflection of us in the mirror,

well it really has it wrong.

The truth of how we really look,

is inside and tucked away.

Love stored in our heart and soul,

and what we give away.

The beauty that we look for here,

shallow and not true.

The essence of your beautiful soul,

is held inside of you.

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Written after a messenger chat with a fellow blogger, thanks my beautiful friend, your words inspired me xx

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Radiating Love

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Radiating love outside,

creates it somewhere new,

love is like boomerang,

it comes right back to you.

To radiate our loveliness,

it brightens up all things,

puts rainbows in the sky,

encourages birds to sing.

Love can only grow you see,

when we give it out,

know that it will multiply,

there’s no room for doubt.

Don’t know if your radiating,

it’s easy can’t you see,

thoughts of love reaching out,

like branches on a tree.

Our energy so much bigger,

when we are pure and true. 

Believe me what you’re giving,

comes right back to you.

~

Radiate

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Angel Feather

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It was an angel left the feather,
right before me on the beach.
I spotted the brightest glimmer,
just slightly out of my reach.
I wondered if it was meant for me,
so I hopefully looked around.
The beach was quite deserted,
there was nobody to be found.
Pondering what the feather meant,
as a message sent to me.
Dropped before me on the beach,
where nobody else could see.
I made a silent wish right there,
and I thanked the universe.
Picked the feather up gently,
quickly tucked it in my purse.

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The Light

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When we walk into that light,

do you think it’s like our sun.

And as we’re drawn towards it,

do we know our life is done.

What makes us keep on walking,

is it shadows that we see.

When is it we know who they are,

and will they recognise me.

How does that bright light get here,

to take us home again.

When we walk into the light,

do we leave behind any pain.

I hear there’s some that come back,

but they can change a lot.

They’ve seen it on the other side,

I think they get the plot. 

When we walk into the light,

do we know where we’re are.

I wonder what the light is like,

do you think it takes us far.

~

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