A sage looks deep into matters

Is not quick to judge

Does not put great store in gossip

Knows the magic of following one’s heart…

In an instant she will travel to the sacred wilderness

In the twinkling of a fairy sunset

She will laugh from her heart

She will wonder at the awesome beauty

Ah doubt!

You are the poison of lost days

That long ago left all the poor fairies

Crumpled like rags where they fell

In the sacred springs they awaken for an hour

To dance again

To love and laugh and sing again

As if they had never gone away