Not for me, the way of the religious mendicant.

Not for me the monestary.

Not for me to retire from the world.

I choose the way of a Cunning Man - artful and subtle, adept and Knowing, ingenious and capable.

I choose to be awake to every aspect of being.
I choose Temperance - between land and sea.
I choose Star, kneeling like a swastika.
I choose Fool looking upward, stepping off.