The good work is the balanced garden. Built with shovels and sweat. The cultivation of hope. The sense of relief that comes as it takes form. Blindly shaping from the unconscious. The great work flows from the fountain. The nine sisters sing about it. It appears from the other side. Carve paths between the fountains with harmony. Feel the flow of the water. Listen to it dance within you. Where are you in that moment? The one that is yours trying to pour its way out of the fountain.