Pour all those crystals into a pile

Then watch as they start to shine

Pretend they're cleaning your tiles

Or something else even more fine



Chances are all they're really doing

Is settling themselves into firmer shape

Sparkling vividly as they keep on moving

So we percieve they have something great



But just as all beliefs we have about things

The magic comes from ourselves within ...

For crystals, oil, and those chimes that ring

Have only the power we bestow when we pin



With our prayers and our devotion and our giving

Which comes from a place in our hearts and soul

A place we nurture with our very own way of living

Then share with others in a way that never gets old



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

9:06pm Sunday, Oct. 11th, 1998