A peculiar element lost in the mists of fable,
believed to have been found by the most able,
those few individuals who managed to transmute
lead into gold which no-one could dispute.

They say it’s a red soft compound that burns
all of the imperfections in the alchemist’s urns
accelerating evolution in both minerals and man,
turning the duckling of the psyche into a swan.

Yet you don’t have to be a magician to be able to see
all the beauty within you and to decide to be
what only exists in a lover’s most inspired dreams,
a bold and charming person sailing against life’s streams.

It only takes a bit of kindness and imagination,
the intuition to cut down the shadows of alienation,
the good will to become a better member of society,
one that can excel and contribute to its variety.

The philosopher’s stone is within you in your heart,
often reflected in the beauty of your fondest art,
it is in your generosity and your willingness to learn,
following the truth for which your soul would yearn.

You don’t need mercury or mandrake in order to make
the substance that will eventually gold one day awake
inside the humblest of metals that we hold,
you just need to be willing, caring and bold.

And when one day you manage beauty everywhere to see,
when you feel that anything you wish you can eventually be,
when you sense that you are brimming with fiery light
then you’ll know you’ll have found it and you’ll be right.