A new born child was born without magic
into its second world after nine months;
to open his eyes and see an expended
spruce leaf departing from a tree – swaying
in the wind – finding its final resting place
without inhibitions.

He did not know the meaning of
expended or
spruce or
leaf; but
he smiled at their beauty anyway -
at the beauty of a world of free-falls and continuity
in this ever expanding universe.

There was no magic there; just love and oneness.

He grew and questioned the hows and the whys,
but was told there is no such thing as magic.
No such thing at all.

But when he saw one nation ceasing
and another abruptly beginning just across
an invisible line no thicker than a spruce leaf -
when he saw the citizens bounded by borders,
permissions, passports and visa applications -

invisible walls that don’t allow you to see places,
from where you magically rebound;

he realized what magic was. Nay, evil sorcery even.

All Magic.
No Love.