The key is learning the craft,

the discipline, the creative

power in objects and words, 

reading the golden talisman 

in your hand as you rest briefly

along the dusty trail,

overlooking the gardens of toil.

The rider on the crest of the hill

contemplates the long road, 

watching both sun and rain in 

the distance, searching the horizon.

Open the grimoire to the

dog-eared page.

Understanding the power of 

the symbols and the fragility 

of it all is to change your mind, 

to transform the world. The 

art of the soil brings 

knowledge and maturity. 

Till the earth, mulch and water 

deeply the length and breadth 

of your small plot.

Stand your ground when you need to.

Seeds will sprout and grow

with the sweat of your brow.