Dear sorcerer, grant me peace. Each night I conjure images and sounds, swaddled in warm blankets. Addicted to the sweetness, dreading the bitterness that follows, I wake with an empty heart. O, good sorcerer, enchant me with the peace I seek.
Pray tell of a spell to prevent my waking.
"When I was your age," Sorcerer said, "we had to use wands to spell-cast."
Witch shrugged, "Whatever. The mind is a wand."
"We didn't even have TV remotes."
"TV? We stream to mobiles. Didn't you use your wand to change channels?"
Sorcerer looked chagrined. Busted.
"That was my favorite spell."
Rod of Life
Caduceus of the gods
wave your mind wand
make lust last eternally
curling our rapture
rolled into string ball
waft it toward us
morsels of passion
awakening our sequels
on burnished alter
opening our curtains
rod of life.
The Spell of Creation
Once, there was no way to make anything.
Then, someone stopped, and discovered their mind.
They used it and cast the spell of invention, creation, and creativity.
Now, the mind wanders through a vast array of thoughts and says,
"I could create that."
Creativity is my favorite spell of all.
"My favorite spell," The sorceress replied, "is the spell that opens the mind. It dissolves the wall that keeps so many stubborn men from actually listening and learning and really seeing the world around them. When you open the mind you open the heart, and that lets true magic happen.
You Have Courage
"You have courage," proclaimed the sorcerer. "Now use it."
"But how?" inquired the child.
The sorcerer bent down and whispered the truth.
"You have courage. It's in the flair of your personality, the bite in your bark, the air in your lungs; It's who you are. Courage. You are courage."