Truth lies in the hearts and tongues of men. Speak and live. You are creator and creation.
Your life is craft.Your supple body molded by word,sculpted by desire,fired by deed.
You poise yourself between life and fate.The will of men and the will of gods.
In the beat of a heart, the suck of a breath you are the universe. Making, making, making.
I have heard lies,yet not believed in them. No matter the pain I have shattered the illusions. I sought the crack in every cup.
The things said of me in anger or in praise I have not made my own.
It is for my conscious to guide my hand,my deed,to create myself.
I am myself perceiving myself, making, making, making.
In those moments of silence when desire and will are stilled, I know the purpose gods know.
My body is nourished by the things of earth, my spirit by the things of heart.
Under flowing almond trees I eat the fruit of love. I watch the boughs dance in the wind, hearing music in dreams. I am making, making, making.
I wrap my skin in the blue robe of heaven. I sit in the garden listening to birds. I do what my heart tells me. My thoughts leap visible as light.
I am what I know,what I feel, what I make. I myself, the ether of the instant, breathing. I gather and build my life.
The earth is a small globe created by thoughts, mine and those of others.
I walk among houses, the fields, flowers, rocks, even the poison of snakes, the sting of bees are mine.
All existence is the measure between light and dark, bees and serpents, wind and fire. I love the scorpion, yet I know its poisonous sting. To live in harmony is a beginning.
What can be named can be known, what can not be named must be lived,believed. I speak of the creator and the creation, the ordinary life live extraordinarily.
I work for the sake of working. The joy of creating is the joy of forgetting everything else. I lean into life.
My tongue is fire; my breath is wind, The spirit spits from my mouth.
I speak of a chain of events where making leads to making,action to action, love to love, where the beginning began so long ago we find ourselves always in the midst of it.
There is no rest. The act is now. In your lives you will make children, make peace, make errors, you will make trouble, you will dance under the sun and moon.
As long as you live you will create life. You will rise and fall many times. Its is like the making of a good loaf of bread.
You will be nourished.
~Becoming The Craftsman Passage from the book of the dead