Magic is what happens when the sun rises

and it still remains alive well through the night.

The brightness illuminates our consciousness,

but the moon brings the darkness over to light.

That brilliant star revealing our true nature,

with masculine energy so very tenacious.

But for balance we need that yin to the yang,

So mama moon, she harbors equality in greatness.

This rising and setting remains continuous,

Like a waltz of cause-and-effect for instance.

Simply, attempting to balance out the scales

For this magical universe reflects coexistence.