Within the Pilgrim’s Well

 “A carpenter

Who works his whole career

Within a single shop

Knows just the knowledge

From the stagnant foreman,

Trained into his muscles

Through the years and years

Of seamless repetition,

This the only way he knows.

But then, a pilgrim carpenter,

Who wanders near and far

And gathers wisdom in his pocket

Like the grains of sand

That coat his distant lands,

Can understand all methods

And then dictate which is best.

“Therefore, be wise to listen:

If you find yourself

A sojourned soul within a stranger city

To which you were sent

Against, and thus above,

Your recognition and your power,

There is truth within each speck of dust

You gather in your boots,

And much more to discern

Beyond your free perception.

Learn to learn,

And learn to listen;

Learn to speak,

And then to listen closely.

Only then, then rightly learn to sow

As you acquire knowledge:

When the time is right,

You will reap wisdom evermore.”