I found a piece of paper stuck in a book I hadn’t opened in a long time. I had copied this Mayan prayer/poem onto the paper. The book was Becoming A Writer, by Dorethea Brande (1934). They’re both about slowing down and patience and hope. I’ll have a teaspoon of each, please.
You are to wander
Entering and departing
From strange villages…
Perhaps you will achieve nothing anywhere
It may be that your merchandise
And your items of trade
Find no favor anyplace…
Do not turn back, keep a firm step…
Something you will achieve
Something the Lord of the Universe will assign.
(from Bird of Life, Bird of Death by Jonathan Maslow – this passage is a translation of an ancient prayer/poem )