The Wizard, Coffee, and Wisdom

I was wondering,
through a village,
in a foreign country,
when I came across this Wizard.
A beautiful little man,
with hair of silver,
and dimples,

He spoke to me
in his native tongue,
but I did not understand him.
He gestured with his hand,
come to me.
We strolled to a nearby
out door cafe.
The air was soft with a warm
breeze. We ordered coffee.

I was not frighted by him,
as he had eyes that were like
perfect black marbles,
glistening in the moon light.
He was the perfect color of
tobacco leaves, that had been
rolled and had soft wrinkles in them.
Not quite dry enough to smoke just yet.

How did I know he was a wizard,
only a wizard
could captivate me,
in an instant.
Draw me near unto him.
Without ever really saying
a word.
I sat with him
and we had coffee,
he drank his black with
heavy cream and sugar,
and I drank mine black.
Sipping my drink, he filled my
soul without a word,
of the endless possibilities,
on love,
life,
and inner strength.

We exchanged few words,
but my spirit had connected with his
in some obscure way,
and contentment was in me.
He had a kind smile,
and soft hands.
He was brown, with
neatly placed wrinkles in his face.

We exchanged
glances, and then he spoke;
what would a Wizard,
in a foreign cafe, drinking coffee,
say in English?
That's when I realized he was
not speaking to me in words,
but words that were to my
heart. Words that were being
uttered to the core of my soul,
to my being, to my inner most
self that is not exposed to the world.
He spoke, in a silent soft tone,
that my spirit understood.
it was consoling, and filling,
his words
reminded me of how life
is life and I am but a piece of a chance,
that is not mine alone.
He reminded me that the things
that I want to control, I cannot
because I can't even control myself
To allow the "GOD" part of me to
exist and I will loose my confusion, and
desire for things I do not need.
He spoke to me that love
is not binding,
it is forgiving,
and kind.
Never wait on love because
it comes regardless of when you are
prepared, preparing, or running.
He kissed my hand,
and in an instant he was gone.

How did I know he was a 

wizard, 

he didn't wear a 

hat.

I knew he was a wizard,
as he had coffee with me
in a foreign country,
in a small outdoor cafe,
and he gave me wisdom,
that I sought my whole life.

He was a wizard because I said so.


© 2011 Stefanie Stevens