You have bewitched me, you sorceress
And I’m happy to be under your spell
Said the magician with a smile, that held promise
Of secret places waiting to be discovered
No sorceress am I, but of your hearts making
No spells have I, but those you cast in my hand
The magic is yours, said the sorceress
I am but a reflection of your heart
If this is so, the magic pleases me greatly
As it moves through us, the magician whispered
Drawing on our energies and leaping ahead
To merge with the Akashic knowing
Her eyes spoke, look into the still pool of your heart
Dive in and surrender to the depths
That beckon you, to go deeper
Till you find that which you seek
© 29 May 2008, Anita Atina
The poem is bewitching too- all those soft sounds. But the message is far ffrom soft: once again you deal so tellingly with reflections and identities. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful description of psychotherapy (the word is so-o unpoetic, but I don't have a better one) .