Magic, the alchemist stirs over fire, Relaxing the elements’ will.
Creating for Pleasure, great Changes ahead, nearly unimaginable.
Fear rife in the minds of Man, betrothed to images blurred, unclear.
Love stalking intensely the hearts of the few, casting webs from wing to sphere.
Let down your hair, walk on the stones, feel the moss growing under your feet.
Reach for relief when the mud stains your clothes, keep pace with the Flowers. Breathe.
Relax Magic Breathe Manifest Flow Pleasure Change
