When they first began to work together, the elder asked her apprentice,
"why are you in such a hurry?"
Many years later, when the apprentice was practicing her craft, the elder asked,
"what are you waiting for?"
Path of Mastery, JHill 2018
I walk a path of mastery through the garden of my dreams.
Where I have learned to weed away the demons
making space for sun and moon light beams.
There the seeds from my visions are planted in the spring, and in the fall
they are harvested to serve the greater good of all.
I ask my god for guidance in sharing the abundance of my plate
The answer is always, "just be patient, wait."
It takes time for the unfolding and to put things in place
Watched pots never boil, young shoots don't care to race.
And so I fertilize the soil, prune the weakest branch and bow
Tie up the stems, dead head blooms, and save the seeds for when it's time to plow.
I cover up perennials, shore up the garden gate,
Paint the fence, burn the brush, sharpen tools, and wait.
A neighbor is inspired to grow a garden of her own,
So I share with her a pot of sage, and a journal for her poem.