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The coin is here so fill my cup
the wand and sword to back it up
Arcana minor set the scene
what major actors we have been

We strut and fret our way through life 
our roles a tragi-comic strife
a million billion characters
some roles a day some many years

Behold whatever comes today
our preordained lot on the way
a script already writ on slate
we bring our karma with as fate

You’re not the doer whatever done
for not a blade under the sun
or a coin or cup or staff
not your cries still less a laugh 

will move even a single jot
the t you cross the i you dot
without the will of god and fate
you can’t be early neither late

For all we’re given is the now
the cards we’re dealt to play somehow
the only two options we hold
are one to stay and two to fold

All the rest is secondary
although we think that we are free
however it’s all writ in stone
your script is yours and yours alone

Ad lib a fraction here or there
re-interpret if you care
your fate though has you in its chain
block by block each loss and gain

So capture equanimity
the middle way both chained and free
surrender to the will of god
your coin and cup, your blade and rod