Magic

by Frederick Lenz, Rama

Today is April the 25th, and it’s around twenty-five of six in the early evening. I’m at around 6,000 feet at Lake Tahoe, and today I’m going to talk to you about magic. I’m parked here facing the lake on a small beach, and there’s some early evening commuter rush hour traffic behind me. Not too much, since this is an interesting time of year here. I’m in-between the ski season and the beach season so it’s not very crowded — a good time to come here. In the distance I see the snow-covered mountain peaks, and on the other side of the lake the waves are rolling in. Tahoe is more like an ocean, I think, than a lake — an ocean that’s 6,000 feet above sea level. 

Magic. What is magic? Life is magic. Death is magic. Time is magic, space. Magic is the ability to perceive beyond the surface. We say that something is magical because it’s not logical. It doesn’t fit into the ordered scheme of things, which is what makes it worthwhile because we all know that everything that fits in the ordered scheme of things can drive us completely up the wall after a while. So magic really has nothing to do with that at all.

 

All quotes are reprinted or included here with permission from The Frederick P. Lenz Foundation for American Buddhism