The magic laid out as an outcome of all elements.
Cut out from the same fabric the master chose,
The man and wife hung there in company, yet all alone,
Still and silent, yet warm and smiling,
Awaiting for the master to return.
After a long day at work outside in desert,
In the scorching sun and windy sight.
Long treaded paths on the sand,
Where no footprints remain and everything's constantly change.
They await the master's return who would hold them and play them to his fun
The pleasures of spreading love and happiness in the lifeless,
Must bring them to life at that instant.
The Air, the Water, the Earth that made them,
Must ignite the fire in their metaphorical heart.
Where the day ends for the master, tired and exhausted from day's work,
Begins the day for motionless, hung still until then.
Brought back to life, jumping and dancing
By pulling the strings, those moments,
Those lovely moments to cherish where
Desires meet destiny, the happiness knows no bound.
And back again to being strung back on wall,
Until another moment, another day awaiting master's return.
Hung motionless and quiet, they wonder,
Isn't everyone a puppet playing their roles to the music of the Greater One.
Isn't everyone a puppet, with strings attached and controlled by THE ONE.
