As Venus finishes her transit through Virgo, a clearer light falls on what we hold dear: love, worth, truth. Still, even in times of reflection, I remind myself: always leave room for magic.

What is this magic that I carry around?

Has it been following since my feet touched the ground,

that day I learned to feel the earth.

An invisible flow,

pulsing beneath my feet.

Revealing its glow,

only when I learned to greet,

the mightiest to the tiniest heartbeat.

Who does this magic belong to?

In the beginning, I thought it was a race

to name and to put a face.

But magic cannot be contained.

It cannot be named.

Where does this magic reside?

I whisper its name into the night;

It whispers back, illuminated, a special light.

May the magic continue to meet 

from my lips to your heart 

and never skip a beat.