Beans

Today I went to the market
 Sold my cow and got me some beans
 Would go great with rice, these beans
 That lay in my hand pulsating
 ever so slightly.
 Except they were magic,
 magic beans
 Like those in the children's story
 of a boy and
 A beanstalk.
 Do you believe in magic?

I put away my magic beans,
 in a little leather pouch as I
 walk the dusty road back home.
 And I think that perhaps
 in order to be free,
 one has to let go.
 Like a magic bean,
 that only grows
 when you throw it away.
 Should I too cast away
 all that I know
 and seek to find
 all that I could become?
 But then, that will be testing
 The magic.

I think I'd rather
 keep my beans,
 hidden away..
 in a little drawer, and
 every once in a while...
 just peek at them...
 and chuckle to myself
 and reminisce about a cow
 and a beanstalk
 and hope in time
 I could give the beans
 to my children,
 and they will have the courage to seek
 the magic
 and climb too
 a beanstalk.