When you fall
When you take long in the cycle
Remember seeds do too
Deep in the dirt, drenched and dosed with heat
Remember clay crumbles too
Spinning in the round on the spot till it shines.
Even if you forget this
Neither takes it as failure nor delay
Depending on your destined path
You are either manufacturing a ladder
Or making bricks
For the future steps, you must take.
See criticism, jest, and condemnation
As sounds of clangor
For joys of your hammer
For the progress of your Trowel
The beauty of your the ladder and steps
Will take you to your next best season.