Turning spirit to matter or lead into gold –
Not producing live animals from a top hat –
Is the craft of the wizard or witch. With finesse,
The Magician has no need to fool or impress
Random crowds for sensation. That’s not where it’s at
For the manipulator of wisdom of old.
We affect the environment each in our way
By knowing who we are and what we’re here to do.
Some of us take to science, others to the arts.
Choice and determination is where it all starts.
Intellectual discipline to follow through
All but guarantees joy, and the work feels like play.
Sense of duty to serve and ambition to dive
Into life’s grandest mysteries keeps one in touch
With the infinite cosmos which we know is real.
And its treasures of secrets it wants to reveal
To all who, in all truthfulness, want it that much.
We can take full advantage while we are alive.
The meticulous painstaking architect sees
Beyond structure and substance to what’s at the core
Of the fruit of enigma. Consciousness will rise
To the level of intent the wise one applies.
One becomes saturated while going for more
Pieces of the big puzzle with prowess and ease.