We begin with one small act of breathing.
We can imagine the World Being filled
With energy, pink or gray, wreathing
Each object we can see and softly spilled
Across the ground from here to horizon.
This is the raw power of our magic.
We breathe in to feel the charge arising,
Ask our Fetch to store it as we cadge it,
And find the wish we wish to wish singing
Through us and aching towards completion.
Four breaths bring manna into our being
Sets of four, we charge through repetition
     ‘Til we ask our Fetch to divide and send,
     "HA!", the manna up to Self, God and Friend.