Meditation: Mastery

Impatience destroys quality;
Feeds the tyrrany of the "NOW",
Raging inferno of immediate perfection.
Devaluing mastery's glorious gifts.

Quality bears manifold delights
Ones lost upon our gone-in-a-blink minds.
We've lost something powerful,
Traded for empty consumer shells.

The sculptor's calloused hands
Have no short-cut. Each nick,
Wear, rub of creation, crafting
Builds knowledge, deepest skills.

Mastery: quality can't be bought
It must be earned with each step,
Journeying: critical. Motions,
Thousands, in summation: gestalt.

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