the placebo effect

the herb that they call the placebo effect.

its grown in the heart,

fertile in the fields of feelings,

blossoms as a heart-fragrance in the mind,

yet draws upon, 

that which remains as personally unclaimed,

perceived as done by outside influence to,

but comes from deep, readily within.

only ever presents as results

to otherwise occurrences.

named as deprivational to the self

yet is withheld magic, 

when it finally surfaces as results.

the framing is, 

as intimate as it naturally occurs.

is conversationally reduced 

to a generalized term of acknowledgment.

here in lies the placebo effect, 

solemnly demonstrated.

makes you want of this or as an it.

call that it, magic,

or god's work,

or the deeper reaches of this, of the self,

when called upon.

maybe it's a band that plays

without a conductor in sight,

or as a flock of symmetry in flight

without a destination claimed,

or as a person in receivership of luck,

within a confounding, 

yet dumbfounding as a story to tell.

how about the wonder of being realized,

yet from a source-fulness,

that defies adequate description?

we all have a religion that neither impresses us

or makes us less humble.

when this kind of subsequent fascination occurs,

from the appearance of the inactive,

it is as if secretly the most active 

yet hidden within us all? . . .