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Black Candles and Wicca

by @insomniatrical

She is a deep ocean blue in a world of desert beige, For the water always makes the sand look better. She is a wonderful black cat, purring her way across the room, Her pads touching the floor with every delicate step. Her claws are sharp, But only if she shows them to you. And her magick is strong, Because she believes. She will lead you through the thicket, Slinking long through the bushes, And showing you to a wonderful clearing, Alight with creatures and enchantment alike. Her aura swirls about her, golden and bright, But she is humble, she is kind, she is wise. She is strong, but she will yield, And as Lao Tzu has said, "He does not show off, therefore he shines. He does not justify himself, therefore he is revered. He does not boast, therefore he is honored. He does not praise himself, therefore he remains. Because he opposes no one, No one in the world can oppose him," There she is, The strongest of any, She who knows how to yield and overcome.
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Nov 30, 2017
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