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The source of what we perceive in the physical world
Is a question that exercises the wisest of minds
Nonetheless it seems, as nature is slowly unfurled
There's a pattern and form that speak of creation divine
So it is in the microcosm: this artisan skill
In the mind of the craftsman a new creation takes form
Then materials are forged with meticulous care to his will
Thus an instrument, object of function and beauty is born
With unswerving purpose, growing discernment, affinity
The mind and hand shape the substance, the wood and the plate
'Til it takes such exquisite colour, form and symmetry
That those who behold it are moved to higher estate
Such art is in the domain of sacred cause
Therefore craftsman, it stands that a spark of divine is yours.
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