The Faux Pas Press #140: The Magician and The Fool

 

 

The Faux Pas Press #140

The Magician and The Fool Begins

by Chambo Fresh

Too often I am convinced of greatness. I am convinced that I am great. But I am not. Just one man  by his own will can change the world of course. Sometimes, it works out. He plays Sorcerer. Correction. I play Sorcerer. And we know what happens to the Sorcerer at the end of the tale. He tries to become author and finisher of his life's work. And the tale fares poorly for him.

But I feel this. There is one who to the Garden comes. One who breaks the cold silence, uniting both the Magician and the Fool. There is one to whom I owe all. There is one who would not break me if it is not for my own good. He will direct my actions. Give me right thought. Give me power beyond the confines of this soil. Shoot love to the heart.

You can play the hand you are dealt. And by yourself plant the seeds into the ground of your volition's choosing. You can force your way towards the nearest nursery and buy the greatest of equipment. Sign the deed to the best land. Mix your own concoctions of brilliance. But when the seasons change, the harvest will not come. You will find yourself playing Magician and then you will find yourself playing Fool. That is how it works. Neither good nor bad. Neither a better scenario than the other. But a tangible reality nonetheless. Today. Today, I surrender. I remind myself that all good comes from one greater than myself. If not, I find myself on either side of the pendulum.

 I'll plant in this soil. The land granted me. And I am grateful.