The Book of Life
A thought for the day

Pathways for uncertain travellers on the road to Now
 
Fixed   Earth

Till the soil, sow the seed,
Cull the weeds, reap your needs.
Fences to mend, firewood to chop,
Like the river, the work never stops.
Gardens to grow, paddocks to mow.
Cows to milk, if thatís your ilk.
Practical thoughts lead to practical rewards.

Know the land which you till,
donít try to force upon it your will.
Work with it and youíll eat your fill
Work against it and youíll only get bills.