The Mundane, the Magical and the Actual

Life is filled with the mundane, the routines, the ordinary, the tasks which must be done.  A list of things to buy at the grocery store, a place to reside in that is warm and safe and boring and lackluster and languid and yawning.

Then there is the actual, that is like the bridge between what is and what can be, the footbridge between worlds, the tether between the magical and the mundane, where there is a soft rain, and a cigar, and a news headline, an old, lost flip flop in the snow in front of a liquor store, and a cat running across the street, birds flying over—the a beating of your heart as you race down the street with a six pack in your hand toward the party.

Then, with adjusted perception, with the awe of the 10,000 things, the mundane fits right into the actual and expands right onto, extrudes it all into St. Elmo’s fire, black holes, god particles, the warm rain on the beach in Florida in January as the pelicans fly over, swoop down on a fish, and the luminary globe up above rises out of the mundane and the actual…to a singularity, a pinpoint perfection…to let the enamored mind, the poetic side, the muses and minstrels play, that crazy artist who inspires by painting a taxi and fat lady and Chihuahua on a lease as a teenage Italian in a pizza parlor throws up dough into the air, and the spray and scent of the ocean lays across the afternoon high tea poured down the street, next to a man in dirty jeans and a scraggly beard playing the saxophone, who also sells handmade, greenish flowers made out of palm leaves.

Today, let your mind meander through, slither around, limp past the mundane, see what is actually going on…and let your detailed and inspired perceptions enter the world of the magical.

I had a dream last night of a fishing hole; I caught a gentle female fish, kept her in water on a fishing lease, saw a more than translucent fish, see-through more like it, clear, a purely magical fish that darted under a bridge.

Then I woke up in the darkness to write this collaboration between, the mundane and the actual that runs rampant and wild and exciting right into the magical.

And is it not all these are but perceptions of all the very same thing, all are magically cloaked, moments in your timeline that with a higher consciousness, a heightened perception, can merge and become and transform into one, into the ONE, the magical and spiritual and the incredible that exists everywhere you place your perception upon and your opened eyes to see?