The Work Of Magic Is This, That

Don't Be Fooled By My Beauty - The Light Of My Face Comes From The Candle Of My Spirit.

We Began As Mineral. We Emerged Into Plant Life, And Into The Animal State, And Then Into Being Human, And Always We Have Forgotten Our Former States, Except In Early Spring When We Slightly Recall Being Green Again.

But Learn This Custom From The Flower: Silence Your Tongue.

I Am So Close, I May Look Distant. So Completely Mixed With You, I May Look Separate. So Out In The Open, I Appear Hidden. So Silent, Because I Am Constantly Talking With You.

The Intelligent Desire Self-control; Children Want Candy.