The source of now is here.
You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment.
I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.
Where lowland is, that's where water goes. All medicine wants is pain to cure.
Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.
Learn the alchemy true human beings know. The moment you accept what troubles you've been given the door with open.